Holy fucking Stars.
He makes quick work of my laces, dragging my leathers down, taking my undergarments with them, peeling them from my body like he’s unwrapping something forbidden. Something he intends to keep.
Kael kneels before me, grips my thighs, and spreads them open—wide enough that my breath catches.
His tongue drags along his bottom lip, eyes darkening as he takes me in.
“The sight of your legs spread for me and the taste of your wet pussy is what I think of every time I touch my cock.”
I let out a desperate, ragged moan, but he only smirks.
“What do you think of when you’re fucking your hand, Elyssara?”
My stomach clenches, pleasure tightening inside me. My head swims, my pulse thundering.
I should be embarrassed. But I’m not.
“You,” I whisper, voice breaking. “It’s always you.”
Kael growls. “Good girl. I’m the only one you think of, understand?”
And then, his mouth is on me.
He licks into me like he’s starving, like he needs this, needsme.
My fingers twist into his hair as I cry out, arching into his mouth, chasing his tongue.
“Don’t forget that, Elyssara. Who do you think of?”
He slides a finger into me, slow, deliberate.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whimper. “I’m yours.”
He groans, slipping another finger inside, curling them just so, pressing against that spot that sends pleasure crackling through me like a spark.
“Do you like the sight of me bowing before you, Duskae?” His voice is a dark, hushed promise. “Does the sight of me on my knees for you make your pussy wet?”
I let out a whimper, but that’s not enough.
He stops. Pauses.
“Use your words, or I stop,” he threatens.
I gasp, my body desperate for him, for more.
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes. I am wet for you.”
His fingers thrust deep.
“That’s my girl,” he croons seductively.
Kael flips me onto my stomach in one fluid motion, his hands firm on my hips, his breath hot against the back of my neck.
“Hands and knees, Elyssara,” he commands.
I obey without thought, arching my back, offering myself to him. A slow, satisfied hum rumbles from his chest.
