Oh, I will.
My own darkness coils, rising eagerly at the challenge. I’ll snap these shadows and—
Snap.
One bra strap breaks. Then the other. And when his lips suddenly brush over my nipple, I gasp sharply.
He pauses at the sound, dark gaze flicking up to mine. Then he does it again, dragging his mouth over my nipple in slow, mocking touches.
Heat blooms behind my eyes, and I yank harder, desperate to be free. Ifeel his smile as his lips brush the underside of my breast.
“You taught me restraint, immaru,” he murmurs, nipping the sensitive skin, kissing it, then groaning when my gasp becomes a small whimper. “Now, you can wait.”
His words are soft, but so smug. Because Kane is an impatient, stubborn, controlling demon.
And I made him wait.
So now, he’s savouring every second of my undoing.
I whimper at the realisation, straining again, pulling so hard I manage to bend one elbow—
The shadows snap tighter, locking me back in place. I groan—partly from frustration, partly desperate want.
Helpless, burning under his cold caresses, he keeps teasing the same nipple with his teeth, then a small lick, a brush of his lips. I cry out a broken, helpless sound.
He slowly moves to the other breast, mirroring the same movements, until he gets another sharp cry.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs, delighted with himself.
Am I? I’ve stopped pulling, I can’t remember when, I’m too lost in this, these drawn-out, worshipping touches.
He moves lower, kissing the underside of my breast, the top of my rib cage, my sternum.
He keeps descending, devouring every inch of skin along the way, caressing me with careful swipes of his tongue, small nips of teeth, soft lips, gentle fingers, until his hands are finally on my thighs.
There’s another soft rip, my underwear falls away, and his low, quiet growl of approval ripples through me.
I don’t try to fight. I’m too worked up, so desperate, something like a sob falls out.
“Poor immaru,” he teases, lips against my inner thigh.
The vibration from that is insidious.
I bite my lip, try to hold in the needy whimper, but when his finger slowly slides up and down my soaking slit, it bubbles out.
He freezes, and finally looks up at me. I can only imagine the flush of my skin, the tears in my eyes, my mouth parted ready to beg at any second.
When his fingers grip my thighs, pulling, opening them as far as they’ll go, I drop my face into the crook of my arm with a needy whine.
“Watch,” he commands, and he waits until I turn my face back to him.
Then, he begins to lower, but he keeps his eyes on me.
Always.
Even as he delivers one slow lick over my pussy. I whine like the pathetic mess he’s made me, but I never look away, meaning I see the exact moment his darkness takes full control.
With a growl that rumbles the room, he closes his eyes and drops his mouth to my soaking pussy.
