He chuckles, the sound vibrating through the air, and lord help me, I'm here for every torturous second of it. I want to touch him, but I know he'll stop me if I try.
The second my eyes fall to his lips, he's on me. His tongue coaxes my lips apart while his hands are on my waist, lifting me onto the counter, as I try to steady my breathing.
The only reminder of my earlier incident is the dull ache of pain. I wince slightly, but it's forgotten when his mouth grazes my ear, and I’m arching into him. His lips trail down my neck before his teeth bite down hard enough to have me gasping, and clenching his shirt.
“Kane, please.” The ache between my thighs turns unbearable.
His teeth scrape lower and his hands grip my thighs, spreading them just enough to make me hold my breath.
Then he drops to his knees.
“Kane, wh—” My voice barely makes it past my lips before his mouth finds my thigh. His lips press a kiss so achingly slow that my pulse skips and finally gives up entirely. His lips trail higher and each kiss feels like a spark, his fingers slowly push my dress up inch by inch.
He pauses, looking up at me. Waiting.
“Hmmm?” My voice is a breathless whisper. I blink, trying to clear the haze.
“You were saying something?” His voice is low and I can hear the smirk in it.
Smug bastard.
“Oh, umm…” I stammer, my mind a complete blur. Whatever I was going to say is long gone, obliterated, a casualty of his mouth.
My breath slows, every inhale dragging through my lungs feels impossible as his mouth continues its torturous path, each kiss pulling me deeper under his control.
It’s impossible to think.
Impossible to do anything but let him destroy me.
My head falls back and my hands grip the counter, my nails pressing into the surface while my thighs ache to press together. But his hands won’t let them.
His breath is warm against my skin, but his voice is a dark rasp that I want to drown in.
“Tell me to stop, Raven.”
Like hell.
My pulse a violent drum against my ribs, refusing to break under his stare. “What… what are you doing?”
His smirk is devastating, pure sin wrapped in arrogance, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, his teeth graze my inner thigh, just enough to make me gasp again.
“You know exactly what I’m doing.”
His possessive grip spreads my legs wider. “You’re supposed to kneel in front of a queen, aren’t you?” His breath teasing against my skin. “So I’m exactly where I should be. On my knees.”
Oh, fuck.
The cool air against my skin is the only warning I get before his hands slide beneath the fabric, moving it aside.
His eyes snap to mine, blazing with unfiltered hunger, but they don’t stay there. They drop back down and his tongue flicks out, licking his bottom lip as if he’s already tasting me before he even touches me.
“Fuck.”
The second his lips are on me, his tongue moves. My legs tremble, but his hands are there, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“That’s it, Princess,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot. “Let me taste you.”
He groans, and the vibration sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through me. My fingers dig into his hair and I grip it, trying not to dig my nails into his scalp.
