Page 186 of Midnights
“Is this what you wanted?” His dark voice taunts me as he drags his tongue achingly slow, teasing me with everything and nothing all at once.
“Or did you think I was going to leave you dripping and send you on your way… again?”
I can feel his lips curve against me, and then he’s devouring me. Each stroke is calculated destruction, testing how far he can push before I break.And I thought I was in control.
My fingers tighten in his hair, pulling him closer, and his growl is pure sin, lighting up every nerve in my body.
“I said no touching,” he warns, pulling back just enough to make my thighs tremble in protest.
I suck in a breath, glaring down at him, but even I can hear how uneven my voice sounds. “Then stop making me want to.”
He laughs, cocky as hell, and it's turning into my new favorite kink.
“Careful." His grip tightens, spreading my legs even wider. “Keep pushing, and you’ll see exactly how well I keep my promises."
I’d do just about anything right now to relieve what’s been building between my legs all day, so it's tempting.
“No smart remarks?” His breath hovers against my aching pussy, making me feel every second of exactly how in control he still is.
I could kill him.
I make a frustrated noise, trying to shift my hips.
He chuckles. “There she is.”
His tongue moves with brutal precision. His grip tightens, locking me in place, and forcing me to take every slow, torturous stroke of his tongue.
My back arches into him. A sharp gasp tears from my lips, my body is desperate for more. The pressure builds, twisting into something unbearable, something that’s going to shatter me completely.
The tingling in my hands spreads, creeping into every inch of my body, like a wildfire I can’t contain. I feel like I'm ready to snap, but he’s not done toying with me.
“Kane.” His name slips out like a plea.
And he fucking answers.
He doubles down, his mouth is relentless, each calculated stroke bringing me right to the edge. My body tenses in his hands.
“Please,” I gasp, my voice is so wrecked. I'm so desperate that if I had any shame left, I’d be mortified. But I don’t. I just need him to finish what he started.
“Come for me, Princess.”
The command shatters me.
Pleasure crashes over me like a tidal wave, tearing through me with raw, violent intensity. I cry out, and my body locks up as the release takes me. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
My head falls back and my chest heaves while I try to remember how to breathe, or how to think.
I don’t know how long it takes for the world to settle, but when I finally open my eyes, Kane is already standing, watching me.
And that look is pure, devastating satisfaction.
His fingers tug my dress back into place, and his touch is such a contrast to the absolute fucking destruction he just left in his wake.
And because he’s a cocky bastard who was clearly made to ruin me, he leans in and captures my lips in a slow, devastating kiss.
I can taste myself on him, and the power shift is so intoxicating, that for a second, I forget what just happened. His hands stay on my thighs, gripping firmly. A fresh wave of need rolls through my body.
Then he pulls back, leaving me wanting.
