Page 87 of 1 Last Shot

When I reach her, I slide a hand behind her neck to anchor us together. "Still." I lean in and breathe the words against her lips. "Always."

And then I'm kissing her, stamping my feelings on her skin so she can feel how much I mean that.She'sincredible, not just her dancing. She's kind, and hard-working, and so goddamn strong for creating a whole new life for herself in this city.

The reminder that this isn't quite her "home" yet—that it might be temporary for her—is enough to ratchet this kiss from sweet to desperate. Suddenly, I'm gripping her neck harder, slipping my tongue between her lips and wishing without words that this isn't the only time I get to touch her. That maybe if I make this good enough, she'll stay.

With me.

But that thought is born on a quiet breath of hope, one I'm not ready to give much thought to, because deep down IknowI'm not what she needs. That I'm not anything worth keeping her here.

Once again, I force that thought away, and focus instead on the beautiful woman in front of me. And when I slide my tongue along hers and she lets out a moan that immediately turns my cock to stone, I do just that.

When I drop to my knees, Isabella lets out a gasp of surprise. Her hands automatically move to my shoulders, her lips open as she stares down at where I'm kneeling before her. I can't help lifting my hands to her thighs, cupping behind her and soothingly rubbing my hands up and down her legs. I never take my eyes off hers.

"Kane, what are you—" she starts, but her words cut off when my hands drift down, until they land on the ribbons of her pointe shoes. The moment she realizes what my intentions are, she sucks in a needy breath.

Slowly, so slowly, I untie the satin bow behind her ankle. But as soon as I feel the knot loosen, I'm once again lifting my eyes to catalog Isabella's expression.

It's intoxicating, watching her react to me. Because as I unwrap the satin from around her legs, as the heat between us ratchets with every brush of the material against her skin, I watch the heat in Isabella's eyes grow. And by the time I silently urge her to lift her foot so I can slide the shoe off—taking the time to do it slow enough that my calloused fingers brush over the arch of her foot—I can tell she's about to start begging.

"Kane," she breathes once the first shoe has been loosened. But I only shake my head in quiet admonition and reach for her other foot. I repeat the ministrations with her remaining shoe.

"Kane, please," she begs, confirming my thoughts.

I look up at her from where I'm still kneeling on the floor, letting my hands once again slide up the backs of her thighs. "What do you need, princess? Use your words."

She bites her lip and whispers, "Don't tease me."

I study her for another moment, debating how much I want to tease her. But it barely takes a moment for me to decide thatI'mthe one that can't handle the teasing right now.

"Hold on to my shoulders," I order her.

Then I'm pulling her forward with my grip on her legs to push her skirt up and rip her tights at the seam.

"Oh my God," she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders in an attempt to hold her balance. And when I yank her leotard to the side to finally expose her perfect, pink cunt, she lets out a whimper.

I can't exist for another second without her taste on my tongue. I bury my face in her sweetness.

I close my eyes at the taste, a groan slipping past my lips. And I feel more than hear the way Isabella gasps at the vibration. Sliding my hands from her thighs to her ass cheeks, I squeeze the supple muscle, groaning into her skin at the perfect feel of her in my hands. Instantly, the hunger in me multiplies by a thousand. I've never needed to taste something as much as I need Isabella's orgasm.

I know she likes quick, hard circles on her clit, so I settle in with my tongue and give her just that. Adding two fingers would speed it up even more, but for some reason, I want the first thing to be inside her today to be my cock. So, I keep my hands on her ass and my tongue on her clit, and I wait for the tell-tale sound of Isabella's breath hitching.

It doesn't take very long. Only moments later, her body locks up in my hands, then loosens with a delicious shudder. Followed by the flood of her pleasure on my lips.

I think I groan through it. I've never in mylifetasted something as delicious as Isabella's pleasure, and I don't think I'll get enough of it. And yet, suddenly I'm eager for the feel of it.

I stand from my kneeling position, immediately backing a dazed Isabella against the mirrored walls. As soon as her back hits the barre, I'm stamping a starving kiss against her lips.

"You're so fucking sweet," I growl into her mouth. "I could live on the taste of you."

Her hands are clutching the front of my shirt, gripping so tight I'm convinced she would fall if I wasn't holding on to her waist. Her lips are swollen and kiss-bitten, and her expression is drunk on her orgasm.

"I-I want to taste you again," she stammers.

A pleased smile lifts the corners of my lips as I lean down to reward her with another kiss. This one is slower, almost lazy, even as I slide my tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers.

"You want to suck my cock, princess?" I ask once I've put a fraction of space between our lips. "You want to get on your knees and show me how much you appreciate the orgasms I give you?"

She's too dazed to answer with words—she merely stares up at me with wide, hungry eyes and nods.

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