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“I love how your body responds to me,” I tell her. “I love that you’re soft and warm and hungry for me. I love that you don’t hold back once you let go. You know how hot that is? You know what it does to me?”
Her hands slide into my hair. “Show me.”
I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her legs. She lifts her hips for me without thinking, without hesitation. My chest aches from how sexy she is.
When I settle between her thighs and look up at her, she’s shaking.
I lean in and kiss the inside of her knee first. Slow. Then higher. Then higher. Her breath goes uneven, faster with every inch. By the time I kiss the top of her thigh, she lets out a quiet, desperate sound and tilts her hips toward me.
“Please,” she whispers.
I’m going to remember that forever.
I drag my tongue over her, and she gasps, her whole body jolting. I groan into her because fuck, she tastes delicious. Sweet andsoft and a little desperate. I lick her again, slower this time, then wrap my mouth around her clit and suck gently.
Her whole body jerks like she’s been electrified.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, not pushing me away, holding me there like she needs an anchor. “Oh, my God. Kane.”
“That’s it,” I murmur against her, feeling her thighs shake. “Let me hear you.”
She lets out a helpless little moan that goes straight to my cock. I slide one finger through her delicious slickness and push inside her slowly, watching her face.
Her head tips back. Her mouth falls open. She makes this breathless little ah sound that wrecks me.
Morgana’s hips move against my mouth, searching for more, and I give it to her. I curl my finger inside her and suck her clit harder, and she explodes on my tongue.
Her whole body tenses, then snaps. She comes with a choked cry, thighs closing around my head, shaking. I hold her through all of it, licking her soft and slow as the orgasm rolls out of her in waves.
When she slumps back against the mattress, boneless, her chest is heaving, she has a flushed, stunned look on her face.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, then stand.
Her eyes widen when she sees what I’m working with pressing against my zipper. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” I say, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip. “That’s all for you.”
She swallows. “You’re still dressed.”
“Not for long.”
I strip in front of her because I want her to watch. Shirt first. Then belt, jeans, briefs. I’m hard and heavy and already leaking for her, and when her eyes drop to my cock, she sucks in a shaky breath that makes me feel like my spine’s going to snap.
“Come here,” she whispers.
I climb onto the bed with her, and she scoots back so she’s propped against the pillows, curves spilling everywhere, hair wild, bra still on. Jesus Christ. I have never wanted anything in my life the way I want her.
I straddle her thighs, leaning over her, and kiss her again. Slower this time. Deep. I can taste her on my tongue. She can taste herself. Her little whimper tells me she knows it, and likes it.
When I pull back, her eyes are glazed. “Roll over,” I murmur against her mouth. “Turn around. I want you against me.”
She blinks. “Like facing the mirror?”
“Yeah,” I say. “Come here. On your side. Back to my chest.”
I guide her the way I want her, easing her onto her side so her ass is tucked right up against my throbbing cock and I’m spooned around her, our bodies lined up, my arm under her head, my other hand dragging down her stomach. The mirror is right there at the edge of the bed, angled just right.
Her breath stutters when she sees it.
