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He tried to smile.
His face had gone a grayish pallor, but his eyes were clear once again. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.” I kissed his forearm again.
Pulling away, he ducked and grabbed the scissors from the floor. His forehead furrowed as he stroked the blades, then deliberately placed them into my hand. “Here.”
My fingers closed over them. “Um, thanks?”
He laughed once. “I’m not a hairdresser.”
“Neither am I.”
“But you’ll do a damn better job than I will.” He fa
My heart fluttered with overwhelming love and pride. “You sure you’re not doing this for me, for the gala, or for the strangers who don’t matter?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m doing this for me.”
“And that’s the only answer I need to hear.” I held up the scissors, snapping the blades together. “Come here, sexy caveman, and let me give you a trim.”
He smirked. “There is a catch, woman.”
My eyebrows rose as he walked into me, spread my legs wide on the vanity, and once again grabbed his cock. This time, he didn’t flinch as bad, didn’t tremble as much. Hopefully, each time he touched himself and took ownership of his body, the more his past would fade.
“What are you doing?” I moaned as he angled his cock to my wet entrance and pushed.
I leaned back a little as he mounted and filled me. Slowly, determinedly, slipping inch by inch inside me until we were joined all the way.
Kissing me, he rocked into me. Not an erotic thrust or possessive taking...this was a soft languishing pulse, a barely-there motion that reminded me of waves lapping at the sand. It felt so freaking good. Too good. His body stretching mine, ensuring I was his in every way.
“Kas...” My voice turned breathy as I wriggled for more.
His arm came around me, stopping me from lying back against the mirror and giving up everything to him. “Cut.”
“Excuse me?” My sex haze struggled to understand.
“That’s the catch, Gem.”
I laughed. “You want me to give you a haircut while you fuck me?”
“I want you to slice away my past while I make love to you.” He kissed me, his fingers slinking through my nape to fist a handful of hair. “Do it. Otherwise, I won’t give you a reward.”
I pouted against his mouth. “I guess I won’t be getting that reward then because I’m not going anywhere near you with scissors while you’re inside me.”
“I won’t stop until you do.”
“Then I’ll be a puddle of desire on this vanity forever.”
He chuckled. “Go on...hack away.”
“I’ll hack off an ear if you continue to rock like that.”
A sexy glint appeared in his stare. “You like that?” His hips did a circle, driving his hard length deeper into me.
“Uh-huh.” My eyelids threatened to close as heavy heat and delicious desire filled me. “So, so much.”
His hips stopped, his cock twitching deep in my pussy. He smirked.
I narrowed my eyes, my temper rising a little. “So that’s how it’s going to be, is it?”
He nodded. “You trim, I thrust.”
“You’re determined to go to the gala looking like a wolf mauled you?”
He pressed his cheek to mine, whispering in my ear. “I want to go to that gala knowing that you’re the reason I’m human, I’m healing, I’m happy.”
God, how could I refuse?
It’d been an unattainable goal back in the valley to make this man happy. Having him say I was succeeding? To know I’d be on his arm in a few days, walking through crowds of people who would never know the nightmares he’d overcome....It made everlasting love burst through me.
Without a word, I reached up, grabbed a thick handful of hair, and cut.
I brought the strands to my face as Kas pulsed inside me, his jaw clenched and eyes tight. I kissed the dark mess I’d cut off him, imagining each strand was a nightmare, snipped free, thrown away, never to be wanted again.
“Jesus,” he groaned, thrusting as deep as he could. “Why does that turn me on so much?”
I shuddered as my pussy rippled around his intrusion, tipping the handful of his hair to the floor. “Because I love you.”
He kissed me.
Hungrily.
Messily.
Reverently.
“Fuck, I love you, Gem. More than I can stand.” He filled me again, his hands landing on my hips, holding me still as I reached up and grabbed another handful.
I lost myself to the dance.
A carnal, arousing dance where his long hair slowly rained onto the floor and our bodies clawed to get closer. Chunks of longer hair dangled by his jawline while shorter areas stuck out the side of his head. If I didn’t know him, I’d say he was a patient who’d run from some insane asylum.
But I did know him.
I knew every dark, demented, dangerous part of him.
Fu
My chest filled with soul-deep affection as I snipped the last handful of long hair, watching the strands float to the floor.
Kas’s hips thrust deeper, pi
We shuddered.
His eyes looked past me to his reflection, studying the mess I’d made of his hair, tilting his head at the new look. “You’re not finished yet.”
I nodded. “I’ll tidy it up when my brain isn’t malfunctioning.”
“I make you malfunction?”
I groaned, dropping the scissors to the floor as my hands latched onto his powerful shoulders. “You steal every thought in my head, Kas, especially when you’re inside me.”
“Then I better replace every thought with me then.” Bending his head, he nuzzled into my neck.
I shivered.
He sank his teeth into my skin.
I jerked in his arms as he wrapped me tight, held me close, and thrust.
His body pounded into mine, switching from sensual to savage in one breath.
I couldn’t breathe as he took me.
The pressure, the speed, the pummelling.
He bit my throat again, sending pain lashing through my blood, activating the pleasure already burning through me. “Come for me, Gem. Come all over me.”
“Oh, God.” I bounced in his arms, my breasts swaying, my skin going slippery with sweat.
He grunted with every thrust, trying to crawl inside me. His face remained buried in my neck, his breath hot, his teeth sharp, his entire body enveloping mine.
And I didn’t have a choice.
He inserted himself into my every thought, feeling, and awareness.
All I heard was him.
Felt was him.
Wanted was him.
An orgasm spindled inside me, gathering speed and strength, spiraling tighter with each and every thrust. His hand wedged between our two writhing bodies, his fingers finding my clit.
“No, don’t—”
Too late.
I’d wanted to surf up the wave.
I’d wanted to hover on the blissful edge before crashing.
But Kas’s masterful touch didn’t just push me off the cliff—it shoved me into the sky, past the stars, and granted me wings as I came harder than I ever had before.
My eyesight went black as my entire body broke apart.
I cried out, most likely screamed, as my pussy milked his cock, and I exploded.
His roar hurt my ears as he followed me.
Slamming into me.
Again and again.
Rough and territorial.
Raw and vulgar.
His release splashed inside me, rhythmical and wet.
It felt like we came for days.
Like we died and were reborn as one.
Our eyes met as we jerked with aftershocks.
Tension throbbed between us.
His hair was a mess.
His lips swollen.
His face as wild as the day I met him.
But then as our bodies slowly calmed and our hearts stopped jackhammering, he smiled.
A rare, stu
It was a smile full of belonging, of healing, of love.
And I saw our future.
A future that would be hard-won but full of triumph.
A future where he was more than just happy.
He was free.