Primal Heat 05 - Darkness Reborn

brush of her lips over his chest turned his blood into an untamed inferno.
    Never had his skin been so sensitive before. It was a miasma of scarred flesh, so hard that he'd long ago given up hope of being able to feel a soft touch, a kiss, or a caress, and yet... Dear God... His body trembled and shook as Sarah's hands trailed down his sides, over his hips. Her mouth trailed lower, over his abs. His stomach quivered as she swirled her tongue in his belly button, a touch so erotic and tender he could barely even comprehend it.
    He gripped her hair, threading his fingers through the decadently soft locks, straining to hold still as her kisses trailed lower toward the waistband of his jeans. It was so erotic, so intense to feel the lightest touch, the heat of her breath, the light scrape of her teeth. His cock was rock hard, his balls on fire, and still, he didn't let himself move.
    He rested his forehead against the wall, his feet braced, his breath coming in sporadic jerks. His only movement was the frantic, almost desperate caress of her hair, the tresses like freshly spun silk against palms that used to feel nothing but the deepest cuts and the hardest hits. He shut out the pain and the visions of hell. He fought down the need for violence. He rebelled against the need to scent blood and inflict pain. He just focused every last bit of his soul, his consciousness, and his very being on Sarah's touch.
    Her fingers went to the button of his jeans, and he sucked in his breath as she unzipped them, sliding them down over his hips. He even felt the cool brush of air against his cock as she freed it, a sensation he hadn't been able to feel his whole life, because of his deadened skin. Until now.
    Then her hand wrapped around him, and his whole body jerked from the contact. God, Sarah. You're going to break me.
    You're unbreakable, Kane. You know you are. Then her lips brushed over his cock, and he nearly climbed out of his skin.
    Jesus, Sarah. He looked down at her as she closed her mouth around him. He nearly lost his control the moment he saw her taking him in, offering him everything she had. The mere sight of it was so erotic, combined with the unbelievable sensations she was evoking in him. He wasn't a man who could feel, who could be drawn to pleasures by touch, because he was so covered in scars, his skin so deadened. But with every move of her mouth, and the swirl of her tongue against his cock, he felt like his entire world was going to explode right then.
    Her blond hair was tumbled around her shoulders, tangled and messy after their experience with Luc. Her shirt was dirty and torn, and her skin was too pale, with the faint hairline cracks by her temple. Protectiveness surged through him, and need, an unbearable need to bring her into his world where he could keep her safe.
    He tightened his grip on her hair, and she looked up. Her blue eyes were hazy with desire, and his groin tightened at the raw need in her eyes. He tugged on her hair, demanding, not asking, her to rise.
    He watched with growing need and desire as she let him pull her up, his cock brushing over her belly as she stood. You're mine, Sarah. There was no way to stop. No way to turn back from what he needed from her. What he needed to give her.
    He locked his arms around her and hauled her against him as he slammed his mouth down over hers, making it clear that he was in control now, that she belonged to him.
    Sarah wrapped her legs around his hips and kissed him back, every bit as fiercely as he was taking her. He tunneled his fingers though the hair at the nape of her neck, needing to control her and own her as he carried her across the room. He ignored the couch and strode into the bedroom, kicking the door shut without breaking stride.
    He didn't toss her on the bed, because he couldn't handle being separated from her for that long. Instead, he simply fell onto the bed with her, never breaking the kiss, never letting her go.
    The moment the bed shifted beneath their weight, providing a foundation, the animal inside Kane seemed to come unleashed. He needed more. He needed skin. He needed to touch her. He needed to feel her against him, around him, undulating for him.
    Sarah was equally frantic, helping him yank off her clothes. Within seconds, they were both stripped down, nothing between them but skin, flesh and desperate kisses. He lowered himself on top of her, and almost lost it at the sensation of so much skin. He'd never felt it like that