Page 79 of Faking the Shot
I gasp as his fingers graze the edge of my lace panties, his touch igniting a fire low in my belly. “We can’t,” I manage, though my voice is shaky, my resolve crumbling with every passing second.
“Oh, but we can,” he murmurs, his tone wicked, his eyes locked on mine. With one quick tug, the delicate lace is gone,reduced to a flimsy scrap now dangling between his fingers. His gaze drifts lower, his smirk turning downright sinful.
“Kaden—” I start, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Shh.” He presses a finger to my lips, his touch both soothing and commanding. “Trust me, Val.”
And just like that, I do. “Always.”
“Perfect,” he mutters, a dark satisfaction lacing his voice. His hands are gentle as he takes my wrists, pulling them together and wrapping the cool, silky fabric of my panties around them. The knot he ties is secure but not too tight, just enough to make me feel both restrained and utterly his.
“You’re gorgeous like this,” he says, his voice thick with appreciation. His gaze lingers on me, the heat in his eyes making me tremble. “All tied up and mine.”
The leather seat beneath me is cool against my thighs as he eases my knees apart, his large hands steady and firm. Vulnerable under his attention, I feel exposed in the most thrilling way—completely laid bare for him.
From the corner of my eye, I see him reach for the champagne bucket. He plucks an ice cube from the chilled water, holding it up between his fingers like it’s the key to my undoing.
“This,” he says, his voice dripping with promise, “is going to drive you crazy.”
The first touch of the ice against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh is a shock. I jerk, the cold electrifying against my overheated flesh. A soft gasp escapes my lips as he moves the cube slowly, deliberately, along the sensitive skin.
“Kaden,” I gasp, my voice caught somewhere between a plea and a curse.
He grins, a devilish curve of his lips that tells me he’s savoring my reaction. The ice trails higher, the cold leaving a slick, teasing path as water pools against my skin. My thighsquiver, but the silk binding my wrists keeps me grounded—or maybe it just keeps me at his mercy.
The ice grazes me, and I jolt, a loud gasp tearing from my throat. He chuckles low, the sound sinful and indulgent.
“Sensitive, aren’t we?” he murmurs, his fingers brushing my hip to keep me steady. “Let’s see how much more you can take.”
The ice circles, deliberate and maddening, teasing me until it’s nearly melted against me. Then his fingers join the torment, their heat a searing counterpoint to the cold that lingers. He parts me gently, his thumb finding my most sensitive spot and stroking with devastating precision.
“Kaden,” I cry, the sound high-pitched and desperate. My hips arch off the seat, straining against the makeshift binding, but he keeps me pinned, his hand unyielding. “Please.”
His name falls from my lips like a broken prayer, and the way he smirks tells me he’s savoring every second of my unraveling. His fingers work in perfect rhythm, driving me higher and higher, until I’m on the precipice.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” he growls, his voice thick with arousal, his breath hot against my thigh.
Before I can answer, his mouth is on me, his tongue dragging over my most sensitive spot with slow, deliberate strokes. My back arches involuntarily, a gasp for air escaping my lips as the warmth of his mouth contrasts with the lingering coolness from the ice.
“Kaden,” I whimper, my voice trembling, but he doesn’t let up. He grips my thighs firmly, holding me open for him, his possessiveness evident in the way he devours me. His tongue flicks, circles, and presses, drawing sounds from me I didn’t know I could make.
Then, as if he knows exactly how much I can take, his fingers return, sliding inside me with ease. One finger curls, pressing against that spot that makes my vision blur, while anotherfollows, stretching and filling me. He moves them in tandem with his tongue, his rhythm relentless, his intention clear.
“You’re mine, Valentina,” he murmurs between strokes, his voice vibrating against me, sending a shiver through my already trembling body. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”
His teeth graze lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain that has me gripping the leather seat beneath me. As his mouth works, his free hand slides up, his thumb pressing gently on my hip, holding me down when I try to squirm.
The buildup is unbearable, the sensations overwhelming. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he shifts, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking hard. His fingers thrust deeper, curling just right, and I feel the tension coil so tight it’s ready to snap.
“Kaden—please—I’m—” I can’t even form the words.
He pulls back just enough to growl against me, the sound vibrating straight through me. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart.”
And I do. My entire body clenches, my release tearing through me with a force that leaves me gasping, trembling. He doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers coaxing me through every wave until I’m completely spent.
Before I can catch my breath, his mouth trails up, leaving hot, wet kisses along my inner thigh. He bites down gently, just enough to mark me, the sting grounding me in the haze of pleasure. “That’s so you remember who made you feel this way,” he murmurs, his voice a mix of pride and hunger.
My body feels boneless, every nerve alive and buzzing, but the sight of him rising, his lips glistening with evidence of what we just shared, makes me want to pull him back for more. Hesmirks, his thumb swiping over his lower lip as his dark eyes meet mine.
