help with those, little one. But we can replace some of them with new ones that you will want to keep," he whispered. He licked her lips again, constantly watching her expressive face, ready to stop at the slightest indication from her.
Kayne proceeded to lick her chin, down her neck to the pulse at her throat. There he gently sucked at the pulsing vein, evidence of the need throbbing in her veins. One hand slowly moved up her rib cage to rest under her ample breasts, waiting to ensure she did not panic.
Kayne was taken back when Chayle pulled his hand to her breast, allowing his thumb to gently strum across the raised pebble of her right breast. He groaned, feeling the small bud under his touch.
"You aren't ready for this, baby girl!" he whispered, licking Chayle's neck. Her taste was so unique and he continued to lick, tasting her essence, feeling it sink into his soul like no other drug he had known existed.
"Don't stop… please don't stop!" she just managed to say before dragging his head down toward her breast. "Make the monsters go away!"
Kayne gently laid her back on his huge bed where he began a slow, deliberate exploration of the most delectable body he had ever held in his arms. Slowly, he pulled the tank top over her head, watching Chayle's eyes the entire time to ensure she was fully aware who was in the room with her. He wanted no ghosts now.
Those dark eyes dripped with tentative but weary need, and Kayne leaned down to pay attention to those beautiful breasts that were still marred by bruises and faint cuts. If he could kill the bastards all over again the torture would have been worse than what they had done to this small brave woman laying beneath him. Pulling a hard rosy nipple into his mouth, Kayne continued to watch her eyes and knew the instant the ghosts vanished and passion replaced them.
“You’re not ready, so lay still,” he growled, pushing up the thin tank top to lick her stomach. “First you need to heal, then you need to trust again.”
“I don’t see how that will ever happen,” Chayle’s dark eyes locked with his and all Kayne could do was pray.
“I’m going to leave you here to rest. Rafe and I have some meetings to attend but the house is under guard and the property has better security than the White House. You’re safe, Chayle.” He licked her chin before starting to rise from lying next to her.
“Where are you going?” she asked, almost whispering it but still holding onto his shirt like it was a lifeline.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back by supper time.” A quick wink and he was gone.
Chayle lay there listening to his boots as he moved down the hallway. It was evident if the man wanted to move quietly he could so it was obvious to her that Kayne wanted her to know he was leaving. She cocked her head and wondered at the strange turn of events in her life.
Never would she have thought a man like Kayne would come into her life, much less she could actually be kidnapped. There was no one in her life to look for her anymore, no one who could care that a single young woman just disappeared from the face of the earth. Sure, her co-workers might miss her but it wasn’t unheard of for employees to be there one day and gone the next. Working as a government contract one learned not to ask too many questions unless it directly involved something you were working on.
Pulling her tank top back on, she turned onto her side and Chayle decided that it was time to take things one day at a time and see what happened from here. Kayne and his brother promised she was safe. Her job was to get better, gain her strength back, and work at finding out what happened to the other girl that was held with her.
Chapter 8
Chayle was floating… lost in a sea of feelings that had nothing to do with nightmares or the pain that had awakened her. She knew it was a dream but didn’t want to open her eyes, just letting rough hands gently hold. Somewhere in the dreamscape she could hear Kayne
Kayne proceeded to lick her chin, down her neck to the pulse at her throat. There he gently sucked at the pulsing vein, evidence of the need throbbing in her veins. One hand slowly moved up her rib cage to rest under her ample breasts, waiting to ensure she did not panic.
Kayne was taken back when Chayle pulled his hand to her breast, allowing his thumb to gently strum across the raised pebble of her right breast. He groaned, feeling the small bud under his touch.
"You aren't ready for this, baby girl!" he whispered, licking Chayle's neck. Her taste was so unique and he continued to lick, tasting her essence, feeling it sink into his soul like no other drug he had known existed.
"Don't stop… please don't stop!" she just managed to say before dragging his head down toward her breast. "Make the monsters go away!"
Kayne gently laid her back on his huge bed where he began a slow, deliberate exploration of the most delectable body he had ever held in his arms. Slowly, he pulled the tank top over her head, watching Chayle's eyes the entire time to ensure she was fully aware who was in the room with her. He wanted no ghosts now.
Those dark eyes dripped with tentative but weary need, and Kayne leaned down to pay attention to those beautiful breasts that were still marred by bruises and faint cuts. If he could kill the bastards all over again the torture would have been worse than what they had done to this small brave woman laying beneath him. Pulling a hard rosy nipple into his mouth, Kayne continued to watch her eyes and knew the instant the ghosts vanished and passion replaced them.
“You’re not ready, so lay still,” he growled, pushing up the thin tank top to lick her stomach. “First you need to heal, then you need to trust again.”
“I don’t see how that will ever happen,” Chayle’s dark eyes locked with his and all Kayne could do was pray.
“I’m going to leave you here to rest. Rafe and I have some meetings to attend but the house is under guard and the property has better security than the White House. You’re safe, Chayle.” He licked her chin before starting to rise from lying next to her.
“Where are you going?” she asked, almost whispering it but still holding onto his shirt like it was a lifeline.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be back by supper time.” A quick wink and he was gone.
Chayle lay there listening to his boots as he moved down the hallway. It was evident if the man wanted to move quietly he could so it was obvious to her that Kayne wanted her to know he was leaving. She cocked her head and wondered at the strange turn of events in her life.
Never would she have thought a man like Kayne would come into her life, much less she could actually be kidnapped. There was no one in her life to look for her anymore, no one who could care that a single young woman just disappeared from the face of the earth. Sure, her co-workers might miss her but it wasn’t unheard of for employees to be there one day and gone the next. Working as a government contract one learned not to ask too many questions unless it directly involved something you were working on.
Pulling her tank top back on, she turned onto her side and Chayle decided that it was time to take things one day at a time and see what happened from here. Kayne and his brother promised she was safe. Her job was to get better, gain her strength back, and work at finding out what happened to the other girl that was held with her.
Chapter 8
Chayle was floating… lost in a sea of feelings that had nothing to do with nightmares or the pain that had awakened her. She knew it was a dream but didn’t want to open her eyes, just letting rough hands gently hold. Somewhere in the dreamscape she could hear Kayne
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