Page 281 of Midnights
His mouth drops to my throat and I feel his teeth graze my neck, teasing me. I'm so needy right now, I wouldn't even care if he sunk his teeth in me.
I need more. I need him to ruin me.
He drags his lips down my neck and the only thing I can focus on is his hot breath against my skin.
I can feel his control unraveling, and fuck, I want him undone.
Then I hear his voice in my ear. “Eyes on me.”
I barely have a second to obey before his fingers are exactly where I need them.
They're slow at first, dragging through my pussy, tormenting me. But he doesn't keep me waiting long before he’s pushing them deeper.
My breath shatters, and my back arches. My nails dig into his skin, but I don’t care. I can’t think, can’t breathe.
His touch is fucking devastating. I didn't realize how much I needed this.
I choke on a gasp as my entire body shatters beneath him, coming apart in his hands.
“Fuck, Princess,” he growls. “If you only knew what you did to me.”
Oh, I know.
Because I can feel it. Everywhere. The heat rollingoff him, the hunger in his touch, the way his cock presses against me.
I grind against him again, more deliberately, needing more of him. His grip tightens and he chuckles.
“Always so demanding,” he teases, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to break him.
His hand slides into my hair, fisting at the roots, tugging just hard enough to send a sharp exquisite shock of pleasure straight through me.
My breath stutters as he pulls my head back, exposing me to him.
His teeth graze my neck and my pulse thunders beneath his lips, and when I whisper his name again, he groans.
“Kane, please.”
His lips trail along my throat, leaving heat and devastation in their wake. Then his breath is at my ear, wrecking me from the inside out.
“Come again for me, pretty girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”
A shudder rolls through me so violently it might break me.
His hands grip my thighs, parting them further, while his fingers keep working me, knowing exactly how close I am.
His fingers are pumping in and out, while he starts rubbing my clit with his other hand.
Another strangled moan tears out of me, and my entire body tightens. I’m seconds away from falling apart, again, but he’s not done, not even fucking close.
The pressure builds so tight, it’s almost unbearable. It coils inside me so violently it’s too much and not enough all at once.
I gasp his name, begging, and he swallows every sound I make, his lips claiming mine, drinking me in.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my lips.
My body trembles, at those two fucking words and my muscles lock up tight as I hover on the edge. His pace doesn’t falter, and his fingers don’t stop.
“Come for me.”
