He stills, and I glare back at him, needing him to keep going.
“You want me to spank this sweet ass?” he asks, rubbing my ass cheek with the hand that’s not buried inside me.
When he stops, I move back slightly, silently begging him to keep going.
I’m like an attention-starved cat.
I can’t stop craving Kane’s touch.
I shouldn’t want it.
Hell, I should be repulsed by it, but my body isn’t on the same page as my brain.
It wants his touch. His warmth.
For years, when I was in Russia, I yearned for a connection like this. It was why I settled for Theo even though the attraction wasn’t there.
But now that my body is getting what it needs from Kane, it can’t stop craving more of him.
“Please,” I cry in frustration, needing him to make me feel good.
“Tell me to spank you, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Fuck, this guy.
How the hell does he manage to make me feel like I’m in control while not giving up an ounce of it?
“Princess …” He circles my clit, and the beginning of an orgasm stirs within me.
“Yes!” I hiss. “Spank me and make me fucking come—now!”
His hand connects with my flesh at the same time he pushes his fingers back inside me, and my body lights up like a Christmas tree.
And fuck if what he’s doing to me isn’t the best damn gift I’ve been given.
Just like in my dream, he alternates smacking each ass cheek while he fucks me slow and deep with his fingers. His thumb massages circles along my swollen nub, and before I know what’s happening, the most amazing orgasm takes over my body. My legs shake, and my heart thumps so hard that my ears ring. My vision goes blurry, and …
“Fuck, baby, you just squirted all over our fucking bed.”
Our fucking bed.
Oh my God.
I’m in Kane’s bed.
And then it all hits me …
I was at the bar, drunk, and he picked me up and carried me out.
I must’ve fallen asleep in his car, and he brought me to his house.
The house he’d told me I would be moving into once we were married.
And then I fantasized about him spanking me, and he turned it into a reality.
I flip onto my back, pulling my shirt down to cover my bare pussy, internally groaning when I realize I’m wearing Kane’s damn shirt.
“This changes nothing,” I tell him, shuffling to the edge to get away from him now that the high from my orgasm is being replaced with regret.
