“If we were alone, I’d have made you ride my face on the floor.”
He’s. Killing. Me.
Then he parts my thighs, pushing my legs open, kneeling down and breathing warm teases against my pussy.
Instant goosebumps.
“Kane!” I grab the duvet for dear life.
His lips are so soft, yet infinitely wicked as he kisses his way up my inner thigh, biting along the way.
“Goddamn, you smell like sex. You’re going to come so hard on my tongue you’ll go blind.”
His words are a spell.
So I do the only thing I can.
I close my eyes and give my body to Kane Saint and the sweetest torture.
One hand on my knee, holding me open. The other across my stomach, pinning me down, like he knows how much I’ll writhe and how self-conscious I get with oral.
Only, with him, I barely notice.
He makes me feel that good, too drunk on sensation to do anything but feel.
It’s crazy that just this morning I woke up in his bed after our first night together. The way he touches me now makes me feel like he was made for this.
He was built to sweep away my senses, leaving a dangerous addiction and nothing else.
“Kane,” I whisper as his tongue sweeps my folds, tormenting my clit.
He takes his sweet time, mouth and scruff pressed to my hip, his hot breath caressing my inner thighs, my pussy, alternating until I bare my teeth.
I’m flipping panting.
I need him to bring me home more than I need oxygen.
“What do you want, woman? Use your words.”
“Stop teasing,” I gasp as he finally buries his tongue where I need him most.
He parts my folds, sucking and licking, fucking his way deeper until he reaches the spot on my inner walls that makes my legs shake.
Holy shiiit!
“Yeah, give it up. You taste so good, little duchess.” The way he groans is everything.
His eyes are feral daggers, cutting me open as he runs his tongue slowly over his lips.
I need a moment.
I need a thousand years.
The sheets feel soft under my clenched fingers, and he’s holding me down firmly.
Hehasto and he knows it.
I can see his muscles and veins bulging as he makes me his prisoner, forever willing, aching to be destroyed.
