Free Blayne Edwards by Caine Page B

religion or morality ever could.
    “What do you think about when a man’s inside you, Chloe?”
    His question startled her. The intimacy of it. The thought of a man being inside her mind had always seemed more intimate to her than a man being inside her body.
    “Or do you just think about how he feels inside you?” he pressed when she hadn’t answered.
    She shook her head. Chloe knew that it had never been mere sex that she wanted from a man. What she truly wanted was that rare connection to another human being where pleasure and pain, life and death, man and woman were all the exact same thing in nature and the only way that such a unity could possibly be expressed was through actions that would seem to a passer-by to be a war between two people. But it wasn’t a war or a fight against one another. It wasn’t a battle between the man and woman entangled within one another’s flesh. Rather, it was a battle they fought together. While they worked toward the same goal.
    To become one.
    But she couldn’t tell him this yet.
    She had always imagined that the men she had dreamed of, the ones Maw had spoken of, would most likely have understood this better than anyone. A man who was the embodiment of two beings that never should have joined. A man who had no choice but to accept that man is an animal if only because half of his being could be classified in no other way. And a man who was the result of nature’s tenacity. Its will to live and its ability to evolve in order to sustain life.
    “Do you like it gentle when a man makes love to you?” he breathed to her. Chloe felt his mouth on her neck and his fingers trace her ribs and then a nipple. “Or a little rough?”
    She could feel his forehead pressed against the back of her head, his hands kneading the flesh of her ass. This man wanted inside her. Badly. And he wanted her to want him there, although his hands and body would seem to be quite determined even if she told him she didn’t want him to fuck her. His breath moved her hair as he panted, holding back as much as possible so as if to not seem too obscene in his desires or his actions toward her. She understood what he wanted to do to her. And Chloe knew that he wanted to enjoy free reign while he did it. She wanted the exact same thing for them both.
    She took her hands away from the wall and reached back for him. Her fingers found his neck, the stubbled line of his jaw. And then his lips. Chloe pushed against them, causing them to part slightly. Her fingers pressed into his mouth, finding his tongue, and then working themselves into him. Roughly probing inside him as she wanted him to probe inside her. She felt him grip the flesh of her thighs in a bruising response to her invitation.
    “I want inside you,” he growled.
    He pressed his prick between her legs and Chloe felt him flex his thighs against her in anticipation. But he didn’t take her yet. Chloe suspected that the force she felt causing the muscles of his legs to quiver against the backs of her thighs would cause her pain if he were to completely let it out. His need held within it the power to destroy even with its ability to create.
    Chloe had watched male animals in the most extreme depths of their need as they killed one another in their quests to ensure their species’ survival. She had seen female animals collapse from having been mounted and mated to the point of exhaustion and then kicked and battered to death by their mates when their bodies could take no more of the attempts at procreation. It was a bloody and cruel thing to see. It was vile. Repugnant.
    And completely natural.
    To find a man who knew this. Felt this. One who at least wanted to allow himself to give in to his more natural tendencies when he made love to his woman was what Chloe had always wanted. She didn’t want to die. She had no desire to be fucked to death.
    But she wanted to know that the man fucking her knew and openly accepted that he had the ability to do it,