His lips are on mine in seconds.
He pulls back. “I won’t interfere,” he assures. “But tonight, you’re mine.”
I grin and tell him I have no problem with that, but his lips cover mine again, and I can’t think straight.
CHAPTER 41
Dae
She’s so fucking beautiful when she sleeps.
That thought continues running through my head as I stare down at Kennedy asleep in my bed.
Our bed.
Her curls are splayed across her pillow and mine because my little warrior has a tendency to make the entire bed hers when she sleeps. I don’t mind. I love waking up with her leg carelessly thrown across mine or her arm across my back or chest.
That often happens on the nights when I don’t sleep with her cocooned in my embrace, which isn’t often.
I love watching her like this. Her face is so peaceful, lips slightly apart, and all sixty-one of her freckles on display. I’ve stayed up countless nights over the past few months, watching her and counting the freckles on her face.
Slowly, I peel the sheets away from her body, exposing her supple breasts followed by her flat stomach before I get to that patch of hair that she keeps shaved but not completely bare.
She stirs slightly as I completely remove the sheets from her body. I place my knee on the bed and crawl between her legs.
She lets out a sigh that causes my dick to grow hard.
Kennedy’s eyes open to slits. “What time is it?” she mumbles.
“A little after five,” I lie.
“I have to get up soon,” she tells me, her voice groggy and barely audible.
“Let me taste you first.”
She sighs as she nods.
I bite the sensitive flesh of the inside of one of her thighs before marking the other one as well. I love seeing my marks on her body. I tend to only leave them in places she can easily cover, but they drive me fucking wild with need every time I see them.
That’s a lie.
I’m driven wild every time I see her, period.
I bury my head between her legs and enjoy my favorite meal. I could live off of the taste of her pussy if I had to. Her hand moves to my hair, squeezing as she tugs. The zings of pain only spur me on.
My mouth waters, demanding more of her taste, scent, and moisture coating my beard. Kennedy’s hips jerk upward, demanding more.
I give it to her.
I write my name on her pussy because she’s mine. I own her pussy, her heart, and everything else. She’s belonged to me for longer than she knows.
“Dae,” she whimpers my name, which drives me insane. Seconds later, she’s coming; her thighs squeeze the sides of my head, but I don’t release her.
I need more. I want to feel her quivering around me again, screaming my name like she’s as hungry for me as I am for her.
I don’t stop until she comes again. Not until my beard is thoroughly drenched in her wetness and her hand falls limply to the bed.
When I move up her body, her eyes are closed again. I kiss the line of her jaw.