Then she’s on top of me and I shove her legs apart to mount her just right.
Lucky for her, I’m so thirsty today. I push the fuck in.
I’m balls deep and she’s moaning helplessly, the sexiest music I’ve ever heard in my life.
Sometimes, like now as she’s moving above me in slow, languid movements, I think I’m drowning in a dream.
Like I’m not lucky enough to have a woman this beautiful worshipping my cock, opening her legs and aching to be fucked into next week damn near every day.
She laughs.
She shudders.
She grinds down until her clit gets my friction.
And I forget about anything besides how fucking awesome she feels, the slow roll of her hips, the way she knows how that shy smile destroys me—like she has some big secret, and I’m the lucky prick she gets to share it with.
“I could keep you chained up here all week,” I snarl.
“Deal!” Her head tilts back, exposing her throat.
I flip her over, arms around her back, and brace myself over her.
“I love you, Margot.”
At this angle, I take her from behind, pumping deep until I bottom out, pushing my balls against her.
In to the hilt.
I love watching her eyes widen in the mirror on the wall when she feels the head of my cock against her womb.
I reach around and find her clit again, driving faster, finding that little nub and bringing her to ruin.
“Fucking wait for me,” I growl.
Her eyes roll, huge and glassy.
“I… I don’t know if I can. Oh my God!”
“Wait, duchess.” I slow, keeping her on the edge as I thrust deeper—hard long strokes that only feed the fire, and fuck, it feels divine. “Need you to come with me today.”
“Kane.” Her mouth falls open and I push my thumb into it, her lips closing around me and sucking automatically. “Kane!”
“Good girl.”
Her trembling eyes tell me she’s close, but I don’t need the hint.
I’ve spent enough time learning her body.
All the wicked ways her flesh worships me, a candle to flame.
Knowing she’s on the brink sends lightning through my nerves, and I slow down, pinning her against the bed.
For a second, we linger on the edge, lost in each other’s gaze, this killing balance ofalmostandnot enough.
Then her body shudders and she loses it.
My spine becomes a lit fuse.
