Page 152 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
My head falls back against the window with a soft thud. I should be mortified—we're on full display for anyone to see. But as Kade's clever tongue circles my clit, I can't bring myself to care.
He alternates between teasing flicks and firm, insistent pressure. My hips buck against his face, chasing more of that exquisite sensation. Kade grips my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me like a man starved.
I try to form a coherent thought, to ask what's gotten into him. But each swipe of his tongue scrambles my brain. All I can manage are breathless whimpers and gasps.
Finally, I gather enough brain cells to stammer out, "Kade... what are you doing?"
He pulls back just long enough to growl, "Worshipping you like the goddess you are," before diving back in with renewed fervor.
A strangled moan escapes me at his words. My entire body feels like a live wire, every nerve ending singing withpleasure. As Kade's tongue plunges inside me, I arch my back, pressing myself harder against his mouth.
I've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. And yet, I've never felt more powerful. Kade Mercer—the infamous Ghost—is on his knees for me, pleasuring me like it's his sole purpose in life.
The realization sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I grind shamelessly against Kade's face, chasing my release. His stubble scrapes deliciously against my inner thighs as he works me over with lips, tongue, and the barest hint of teeth.
"Oh fuck," I pant, feeling my climax building. "Kade, I'm gonna—"
Kade pulls back with a devilish smirk, leaving me aching and desperate.
"No, please don't stop," I whine, my hips bucking forward seeking his mouth.
His blue eyes darken as he looks up at me. "You're only allowed to come on my cock today."
A shiver runs through me at his words. Part of me wants to argue, to beg him to finish what he started. But a bigger part thrills at his dominance, at the promise of what's to come.
Kade rises to his feet in one fluid motion. His hands go to his belt, quickly undoing it.
He only pushes his pants down far enough to free his cock before grabbing my thighs. He lifts me like I weigh nothing at all.
"Fuck," I gasp as he presses me against the cold glass. The contrast of the chill at my back and the heat of his body against my front makes me dizzywith sensation.
Kade lines himself up and then thrusts home in one powerful stroke. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist.
"God, you feel amazing," he growls, setting a punishing pace.
Each thrust drives the air from my lungs. I cling to his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pounds into me. The obscene slap of skin on skin echoes through the room.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," I chant, my head falling back against the window.
Kade buries his face in my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. I know I'll have marks tomorrow, but I can't bring myself to care.
My entire world narrows down to the feeling of his cock stretching me open, the coil of pleasure tightening in my core. I'm vaguely aware that I'm babbling, a stream of curses and pleas falling from my lips.
"That's it, baby," Kade pants against my ear. "Take my cock. You're doing so well."
His praise sends another spark of arousal through me. I'm so close, teetering right on the edge of bliss.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for. "Please, Kade, I need—"
Kade walks us backwards until he sinks onto the couch, still buried deep inside me. I gasp at the change in angle, feeling him even deeper now.
"Fuck," I breathe, adjusting to the new position.
I hunger for the times when Kade takes control, pinning me down and having his way with me. But straddling him like this, I get a thrill of command. I'm the one with the ability to unravel the infamous Ghost.
I start to grind my hips, savoring the delicious friction. Kade's hands grip my waist, guiding my movements.
"That's it, baby," he growls. "Ride my cock."
