Nothing I’d done to myself had ever felt so good, let alone a previous lover. It could’ve troubled me that it was better for the way he’d forced it onto me, but that was a distant realisation that only boosted my need.
And the delight of a nearing orgasm that tightened my insides and shut down every other thought. I writhed against him, trying to get closer. More. He gave it to me. A third finger slid in, stretched me, and hit my G-spot in repeated, soaked passes.
Right when I was on the edge, a panting, sweating mess, he lifted off me, breathing just as hard.
“I need to see your tits.”
He could’ve asked for any single thing in the world and I would’ve thrown it at his feet. I whimpered, and Kane released my hands. Grasping my hem, I wrenched my cami and bra down, exposing my heavy breasts. My nipples were hard and almost painful from the desire he’d stoked.
With his lips parted, Kane stared, then reached to take a handful. “So fucking perfect.”
He kneaded me, his palm grazing my tight nipple. His fingers were still inside me. I was clinging to the cliff’s edge, deep in lust with the reverential look in his eyes.
God, but I didn’t want to beg.
I clamped my jaw to stop the words.
He could fuck me now and I’d let him. That huge dick would make my eyes water, and I would do nothing but moan his name and urge him to come. He’d made me into an animal.
His grip on my breast nearly had me seeing stars. I was so close.
“Say my name.”
“King asshole,” I mumbled.
He pressed his thumb to my clit, so light but with a promise I couldn’t ignore. “Try again.”
“Kane.”
“Again and louder.”
“Kane Ryan!”
Thank whatever god commanded sex, he lowered back down. Kane licked me then sucked in time with the movement of his hand, slower now in a form of torture I didn’t hate.
It was my downfall. He returned me to the ledge by slow degrees then launched me off it, and I fell hard. My insides tightened around his fingers. Pulses of pleasure shot through my whole body. My legs shook. I gave up some ungodly version of his name while my brain checked out.
He groaned, and the sound electrified my already intensely heightened state.
It was perfect bliss, the sensations he’d given me. Compelling and dangerous but so real.
I dropped down, spent.
Strange emotion crept in. I wanted him to bundle me into his arms and hug me, but this was no lover’s tryst. I didn’t know what to call it.
Kane released me from his grip and lifted away. His expression was odd. I expected him to strip the very tented towel and bring his dick to my mouth or beat off over me. Instead, he tore his gaze from my body and climbed to his feet.
He left the room, shutting me in on my own.
Water ran, a zip sounded, then nothing.
Cold air crept around me. Confusion broke over my satisfied state, growing as I righted my clothes and tugged the blanket over me. What the hell was that, and why did it make me want to cry?
Chapter 16
Lovelyn
I must’ve dozed again, as the slamming of the flat’s front door startled me awake. Stumbling from the bed, I peeked into the empty living room. Kane had left, but a check of the time gave me an idea where. His appointment was at nine, and it was ten minutes before.
