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I continue to run my fingers over her, but purposefully avoid where I can sense she wants my touch. It isn't until she lets out a sound of annoyance and nips hard into my lip that I zero in on her clit with an amused chuckle.

Gripping her waist with one hand, I start to rub circles with my thumb. She lets out another whimper, this time sounding much more desperate and needy.

I debate taunting her again. But with Isabella's taste in my mouth and the perfect feel of her in my hand, I thinkI'mthe one that can't wait any longer. So, I sink one long finger deep inside her.

“Let’s see how hard I can make you come when I’m actually trying,” I tell her with a grin.

And then I slide another finger inside. She gasps and starts to ride my hand.

I’m torn; I want to kiss her, to taste her gasps and feel her moan, but I’m also mesmerized by the sight of Isabella taking control of her pleasure. I look between us to watch as she rolls her hips, and after a second, I put my thumb back on her clit. She must have already been on the edge from everything before this because just that makes her moan and drop her head back against the door.

“Are you going to come on my fingers like the good girl I know you are?” I growl, driving my fingers harder into her. I feel her walls clench around me, and I know she’s close. I settle in on the spot that makes her start to shake, my thumb never stopping its circles.

Isabella nods, her eyes squeezed shut. My words don’t seem to startle her, but they definitely catch me off guard. I’ve never been much of a dirty talker—I’ve always been more interested in the physicality of sex than the verbal and mental part—but with Isabella, I think I’m desperate to blow her mind in every way possible.

I'm just about to scold her to open her eyes when I feel her tighten around my fingers at the same time that her eyes pop open with a gasp.

And then she fuckingshudders.

She's coming too hard to control the way her hips want to roll with the release. I don't mind though, I'm too mesmerized by the sight of her pleasure. The pleasure thatIgave her.

If there's one thing in this world I'll have ever done right, it's this moment right here.

Her dazed expression zeroes back in on me. For a moment I can only stare at her, watch her come down from her lust-high and fantasize about how quickly I can drive her back there.

Holding her gaze, I lift my fingers. Her eyes go black with desire, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth as she waits for me to slide my fingers into my mouth to taste her.

Instead, I nudge down the top of her leotard and place my slick fingers on her nipple, rolling them in a lazy circle.

Her gasp is loud enough to bring a satisfied grin to my face. I don't look up at her, though, I simply take my time spreading her wetness over her skin, waiting until she's breathless and vibrating with anticipation before I lean forward and suck that same nipple into my mouth.

My eyes slide shut as a groan tears through my chest. "You taste like candy," I growl, sucking her between my lips again and feeling myself harden instantly. I can't get enough of her. I could drop to my knees and lick her for hours, could kiss every inch of her, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

But something tells me we both need a different kind of connection right now. So instead of tossing her on the nearby couch and doing just that, I quickly straighten so I can reach behind her legs and haul her up into my arms.

By the time I reach her bedroom, I'm so desperate for the taste of her that I practically crush her beneath my weight when I drop her to the bed and come down on her lips. I start to lift off her, to adjust my weight so I'm not hurting her, but then I realize she's moaning into my kiss and wrapping her legs around me to pull me closer. And when I settle on top of her the way that I want to, I'm rewarded with a breathyyes.

It takes me forever to pull away from her lips. For seconds, minutes, the only thing I want is to kiss her and be close to her, to feel her hands scrambling to touch every inch of me and to taste the hunger on her tongue.

When I do finally pull away from her, I only get as far as her neck, and then the neckline of her leotard again. When I pull the straps off her shoulders, fully intending to strip it from her body so I can finally see her naked beauty in its entirety, I get distracted by the sight of her breasts, and the memory of how she tasted when I spread her pleasure over them.

Which immediately sends me down her body, down to the skirt she has knotted around her waist and the tights I ruined out in the living room. I shred the tights from her body as quickly as I can, intending to reach for the top of her leotard again, but then the sight of the wet spot between her legs freezes me in place.

“Goddamn, princess,” I murmur in awe, rubbing a finger slowly across the drenched fabric. I vaguely hear her breaths start to come faster, but I’m too riveted by the sight before me, as I slide my finger under the leotard and pull it aside. When her perfect, pink pussy is revealed, I think I stop breathing.

I couldn’t stop myself from leaning down to taste her even if the world was ending around us. After the first lick I’m groaning, after the second I’m wrapping my arms under and around her thighs so I can hold her tightly against my mouth. She tastes like fucking nirvana.

“Oh my God,Kane,” she chokes out, her hand sliding into my hair and her thighs tightening around my ears. I think she wants to say something else, maybe give in to the urge to say something filthy like I’m hoping I can tease out of her sometime, but the words are swallowed up by her moans.

It doesn’t occur to me until later that I’m already planning for a next time with her.

It takes her longer to come this time, but even still, I’m almost sad when she does. I groan when her pleasure spills on my tongue, and when I eventually pull away, it’s only because she tiredly nudges my head away from her oversensitive clit.

But then she’s grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me down to her lips, and any lingering unhappiness is immediately driven away by the lust between us roaring back to life.

“So sweet,” I whisper against her lips, sliding my tongue in her mouth because I already know she’s filthy enough to want it.

Sure enough, she sucks her taste off my tongue with a relieved moan. And again, she’s pulling me closer, silently telling me she wants me as close as possible, as connected to her as two people can be.

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