I don’t know why that’s so sexy, but it is.
He’s commanding like other men only wish they could be. I’ve been with boys before who tried to be dominant, but with them it was over the top. Forced.
With Kane, it’s as natural as a slow, relentless summer storm.
“Are you warm?” he whispers against the skin of my thighs.
“You’re… you’re asking me now?”
“You’re all goosebumps.” His fingers skim my flesh, caressing up my waist to my breasts. “Just wanted to make sure you’re not distracted. When you come for me, I want it all. Zero interference.”
I suck my bottom lip.
While it’s tempting to flip over and push him down on the bed and let him sink inside me now, the curve of his cheek tells me this is another tease.
One more part of the buildup to the revelry that might break me.
He knows what the goosebumps are for.
And he knows that after tonight, he’ll have my soul.
“Why don’t we just skip to the part where you fuck me?” I whisper, grabbing his hair and giving his head a little tug.
“Careful. That filthy mouth could get you into trouble.” His green eyes glow as he looks up my body like the hungry wolf he is.
“You haven’t heard anything yet, Mr. Saint.”
“I’d like to.”
“Then you know how to make me talk.”
He chuckles roughly, sucking my thigh hard enough to mark it before sliding two fingers deep.
“Fuck!” I arch my back, helplessly grinding against his face.
“I want to taste you in my goddamn dreams, duchess. If you don’t squirt, you’ll learn.”
Oh, shit.
He grunts with rough delight before his mouth goes to work again, sending me to heaven.
No resistance now.
No more teasing.
I’m so close already it’s like a raging fever about to peak and break.
It’s almost shameful how fast he throws me off the cliff.
No one else could ever do this.
Certainly not this easy.
But my breaths go shallow until I’m panting, frozen, waiting for that magic moment.
The cool air kisses my bare breasts when his mouth can’t, still damp from previous kisses.
His arm sears me as he holds me down.
