Page 294 of Midnights
“Now, be a good girl and open your mouth.”
Fuck. Me.
My control is slipping, fast. That tone is laced with authority and promise, and my entire body is seconds away from going up in flames. It shouldn’t be this hot. It shouldn’t have me this fucking wet before he’s even really touched me, but it does. I can barely think straight.
I part my lips and flick my tongue over his tip before sliding down, taking him inch by fucking inch. My lips burn with the stretch, and my throat tightens as I drag him deeper, greedy for more. I suck like my life depends on it.
His sharp inhale is immediate, his grip in my hair tightening like he’s seconds away from losing his control.
I work him, in slow, teasing strokes, licking around the head before I slide down as far as I can go. My hands brace against his thighs, holding myself steady as I suck him deeper, desperate to drag out more of those rough, broken sounds that make my pussy pulse with need.
His fingers flex, tightening in my hair.
Before I have time to think his hand grips my throat, hauling me effortlessly to my feet. The movement is so swift, it knocks the air from my lungs, and just like that I lost all my control.Or the control I thought I had.
My back hits the table, and a sharp gasp rips from my throat as he yanks my dress up, spreading my thighs wide, with no hesitation. Then his mouth is on me. Devouring me.
A groan rumbles through him as his tongue drags over my clit. He goes slow at first, taking his time before his pace turns relentless. His lips seal around me, sucking hard.
My hips jerk, and my legs shake as I arch into him, a broken moan spilling from my lips. The noises alone push me closer, every rough stroke of his tongue is like he was made to tear me apart. It's almost too much.
His grip on my thighs tightens, holding me in place, refusing to let me budge. His tongue circles, dragging me to the brink of insanity. I’m already so fucking close.
His teeth graze my clit and it’s enough to have my entire body locked in place. I grip his hair, begging without words, needing him to finish what he started. I want to come all over his face, on his tongue, everywhere. I don't care at this point, I just need it.
And then he’s gone.
His heat disappears, his hands leave my body, and his mouth is no longer between my legs.
My gasp turns into a broken cry, my body seizing around nothing, frantic and aching. I snap my head up just in time to catch him standing between my legs, chin slick, and eyes dark as sin.
He licks his lips, and a shudder racks through me.Holy fuck.
My chest heaves, rage and need tangled together so tight I could scream.
Just as I open my mouth to protest, his mouth is on mine and I can taste myself on his tongue. It's also not lost on me that he's between my legs and I can feel every thick, hard inch of him pressing right where I want it.
His kiss is devastating and his grip is bruising as he pins me against him. I can feel how rough his hands are on my thighs, and it makes my skin burn.
There's no time to react—suddenly my back hits the table hard. He grabs the edge and clears it in one vicious sweep, papers and books crash to the floor as I gasp.
His mouth is back on mine, his hands push up my dress, and I hear the low rasp of fabric tearing before I even realize what’s happening.Did he just…
Then he’s on his knees again, and my back arches off the table the second his mouth closes over me, sucking and licking like he has something to prove.
“Fuck. Kane,” I gasp, and my magic flares. I can feel it under my skin, crackling at the edges.
He groans into me, sending me right to the edge, about to spiral. Then he stops again.
What? No.
A furious whimper escapes before I can stop it as I try to push up. He straightens, licking his lips, smirking like the arrogant bastard he is. His hand drags up my thigh, and the other closes around my throat, while his thumb draws small circles. It's a filthy contrast to the grip that makes it clear I'm not going anywhere.
“Relax, Princess. You’ll get what you need.”
My legs tighten around his waist, dragging him closer.
“Kane,” I pant, but he grabs my wrists, trapping me.
