JULIET's POV
I open my eyes and feel a big body wrapped around me. I thought I dreamed everything, but Kane lying next to me is proof that it's real. Even though most of it seems too crazy to be true. I want to turn in his arms to look at him, but his weight is too heavy. I have to use all my force to finally get him to move enough for me to be able to roll over. He sleeps like the dead.
The only light in the room comes from the candles on the fireplace. Kane lit them after our third round of sex. Or was it the fourth? I'd wanted more light in the room to see him better. He was a little hesitant at first, but when I said please he moved quickly to give me what I wanted. Too quickly, in fact.
There are a lot of things about Kane that aren't adding up. Things that should be scaring me. Like when his eyes flashed and they appeared to be different colors. The way he could move his body and how he could read my mind. It's like I was in his and he was in mine. Our connection was so deep that it couldn't be real. Sex must be messing with my head.
I reach out and run my finger down his face, feeling the scars. I wonder what happened to him. Not just the pain that caused the scars, but also the pain of locking himself away from the world. I know that's what he was doing with how he shielded his face from me.
I don't think the scars make him ugly by any means. Maybe it's wrong to find them sexy. But between them and his size, I'm drawn to him. He's like a scarred warrior who's always ready for battle. He could handle anything, and it makes me feel safe. It's a feeling I've never had before, and oddly I have it here in his arms. I could feel the pull to come back here last night and I always trust my gut. It's kept me safe my whole life.
Suddenly Kane's eyes fly open and his arm locks around me. It nearly takes the air right out of my lungs.
"Sorry," he rushes to say and loosens his hold. I watch the black that had taken over his eyes retreat. Or at least that is what it looked like. But maybe it's the light from the candles playing tricks on me. "I thought maybe I dreamed you."
I smile. "I was scared I'd dreamed you, too," I admit. I lean up and brush my mouth against his. He wastes no time flipping us so I'm under him and he kisses me back. He knees my legs apart and easily thrusts inside of me. Last night's love-making still coats the inside of me. It has my body wet and ready for him, and I moan at the sensation. I thought with it being my first time only hours ago and how big he is, it would hurt more. But all I've felt is pure pleasure. It's addictive and consuming.
"Yes," I whisper as he thrusts in and out of me.
It isn't long before we are both cumming once again. I've lost count of how many orgasms he's given me. He drops down but doesn't allow his weight to hit me as he kisses and licks my neck. I've noticed he always likes to have his mouth on me. Not that I'm complaining.
"Are you sore?"
"Sore is not what I am right now. I'm pretty sure this might be what heaven feels like," I laugh. My whole body is buzzing in delight. Then my stomach lets out a loud growl and I laugh again.
Kane's face grows even more serious. "How could I forget to feed you?"
He shakes his head and pulls out of my body. I moan as his hard cock slips free. That's another odd thing about Kane. The man is always hard. Isn't it supposed to go down at some point?
I hear him mumbling about taking better care of me and something about me being human. I sit up and watch him move about the room as he gets dressed and talks to himself. I have to fight a laugh because it's adorable and also sweet that he's so worried about taking care of me. Another first for me. I was always the caretaker when I was growing up, making sure the other kids around me were fed and doing what they were supposed to.
"I think you took pretty good care of me last night," I tease, leaning back to rest against the headboard. My breasts are bared to him and I don't have a care in the world. My shyness when it comes to Kane completely dissolved last night. How could it not when his mouth has left no inch of my skin untouched?
He licks his lips as his eyes roam over my breasts as if he's never seen them before. "You're very distracting," he tells me, coming to stand beside the bed.
"Are you complaining?" I raise an eyebrow because I like teasing him for some reason.
"I'd never complain about you," he says, making me laugh. "I just need to make sure you don't distract me from taking care of you. I'm going to feed you now. I'm sure the housekeeper can make something."
He holds his hand out to me, and I lean forward, taking it. He pulls me from the bed and I wrap myself around his big body.
"We have to get you dressed first. I'm the only one who sees you like this."
"I'm sure my clothes are around here somewhere." He places me on my feet and goes over to his closet. He comes back with a shirt and slides it over my head. It falls past my knees. "Or this will work," I say, holding back a laugh.
He picks me up and makes me squeal as he holds me in his arms and walks out of the bedroom.
"Don't spoil me too much or I'll make you carry me everywhere," I joke.
"I can do that." And I have a feeling he's serious. I giggle against his neck.
When we enter the kitchen he sets me down on the kitchen counter. I look around the room. Of course, it's like the rest of the house—it's amazing.
"This place is something," I tell him as he places a few kisses on my face before going over to the refrigerator.
"I'm glad you like it," he says, pulling about seven containers out of the refrigerator.
"I know I'm a little chubby, but I cannot eat that much." He pauses, looking over at me. His hungry eyes roam over my body.
"I enjoy how soft you are," he finally responds.
"I hope so because since I left the foster system I eat everything I can get my hands on. Now that I get to pick what I want to eat." He stops what he's doing to come back over to me.
"You were in the foster system?" He looks almost pained at the idea.
"Well, we haven't had a lot of opportunity for talking," I say and feel myself blush. "But I'm sure with more time you'll find out everything about me," I hedge. I want him to confirm there will be more time for the two of us. I don't like the idea of being away from him.
"We have all the time in the world," he confirms and kisses me. "I wish I had known. I would have found you and brought you here sooner."
"That's sweet, Kane, but I made it out okay. Better than most."
"You're strong inside, you're a fighter. I can feel it." His big hand rests over my heart. I place my hand over him and he kisses me again. This time it's deeper. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. The thought of food is long gone.
"Oh my!" Kane jerks back, taking me with him and putting me behind his body.
"Mora," he says, sounding surprised.
Who the heck is Mora? A spark of jealousy snaps inside of me. I try to look around Kane, but he turns quickly to look down at me as if he can sense my mood.
"I'm only yours. Mora is the housekeeper," he rushes to tell me. He cups my cheek and rubs his thumb back and forth like he's trying to soothe me.
"Kane, introduce me to this sweet girl," I hear the woman say. He pulls me to his side, and I see the much older woman standing there. Her face lights up with a smile. "Oh, she's so pretty."
She rushes over to me, and Kane reluctantly lets me go so Mora can hug me.
"You never bring anyone around and there is a girl here that you are kissing now!" She sounds so excited about this that I can't help but laugh a little. I enjoy way too much that Kane doesn't bring other women around.
"I'll make you something to eat. Kane is terrible in the kitchen." She shakes her head.
"I can take care of her," Kane huffs, sounding offended.
"I'm not the best cook either," I admit.
"Well, you have me now. Kane hardly eats, and I love to cook." She goes back to where Kane was making me a plate of food. I glance over at him, and he pulls me back to his side in a possessive hold. I wonder how someone as big as him never eats. I'm not buying it.
Kane's body stills. "Someone is here. Stay in the kitchen," he commands before walking quickly from the room.
I stand there for a moment, but like always, curiosity gets the better of me and I turn to follow him, hoping it's not his sister. I wonder if he'd let her make me leave the house again. The thought hurts my heart. I stop when I see him at the front door, and I hear a voice I recognize.
"Dove?" I walk over to Kane and try to move him, but he's like a statue.
"Juliet lives here now. She won't be going back to your dorm. She's mine, not yours."
I peek around Kane to see Dove staring up at him. Her eyes are wide and she's probably unsure how to respond to what he said. Even I'm shocked by it.
"I just wanted to make sure she's okay." Dove voice is whisper low.
"I'm fine," I tell her, drawing her eyes to me as I peek out from behind Kane. I push on him, but he doesn't move. "Kane," I say, and finally he steps over, but only a little.
"When I woke up this morning you weren't there, and then you were gone all day. I got worried. You didn't even answer your cell when I called either."
"Crap. I haven't found it yet. I'm sorry. I came back here to get it." I shrug.
"I can see that." Her eyes bounce between Kane and me. "I had a feeling."
"I'm sorry if I worried you, but—"
Kane cuts me off. "She stays with me. She's mine." I glance over at him. I don't know how, but I can feel the tension rising in him. Almost like it's my own.
"I'm going to be staying here for a few days," I tell Dove, trying to get Kane to calm down.
"Forever," he corrects.
"Okay then. Maybe call me later?" Dove says, looking nervous.
"I can do that. Sorry again if I worried you."
"You have no need to worry for her. I'll make sure she's taken care of." My face heats because my dirty mind can only think of sexual things. Dove must be thinking the same thing because her face turns red, too.
"I'll talk to you later," she says, backing away from the door before turning to leave.
Kane shuts the door behind her and locks it.
"You are staying here now. Not in the dorms," he says in his commanding tone.
"We'll see," I sass back.
Turning, I head back towards the kitchen. I'm just poking the beast. I actually don't want to go anywhere. He grabs me and throws me over his shoulder, making me laugh.
"There's no we'll see," he grunts, and I only laugh harder.