Kane was f****d, and not in the literal sense. Eve was like a drug and he never wanted to stop. He fought at first, maybe for a second, then gave in. He didn’t want to fight it. Not when he finally knew what she felt like in his arms. The taste of her on his tongue. His dream hardly did her justice. His c**k was harder than it had ever been before. He could drive nails with it. A part of him, the dark part, wanted to tear her jeans from her and f**k her until the burning rage inside of him abated. The saner part didn’t want to hurt Eve. His anger was still high, and his hands wanted to crush things. He felt how soft and vulnerable her neck was in his hand. He could crush her easily.
He wanted her, but when he was worked up like this, he was animalistic. He had scared women in the past. s*
