“You have no idea what I’m capable of.” He leans in, grazing my neck with his teeth, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight through me. “But you will.”
His hands slide down my sides with calculated precision. When he nips at the tender spot just below my ear, a soft moan escapes before I can stop it. The sound seems to fuel him, because his grip tightens just enough to hold me exactly where he wants me.
I want to touch him, but as my fingers reach for him, he freezes, lips hovering above my skin.
“Don’t.” His command is velvet-wrapped steel, leaving no room for argument.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I whisper. My hands hover, shaking with the need to touch him.
His eyes lock onto mine. “If you touch me, I won't be able to do this. And right now, I want to take my time.”
He leans in, his mouth brushing against mine, and I can feel the dark promise in his words. “I want to show you what it means to truly be worshiped.”
My hands curl against the edge of the table as I surrender to the weight of his command. His words ignite a fire that consumes me whole.
His mouth trails down my neck and I can feel each deliberate kiss, calculated to unravel me. My body responds, and every nerve is alive with anticipation. His lips reach the edge of my dress, grazing the curve of my breasts, and I bite back a whimper as heat floods through me.
“Kane, please,” I whimper. Unable to stay still and not touch him.
He pauses, dragging his eyes up my body in a slow caress to meet mine. The intensity pins me in place, stealing my breath. He slowly gathers the fabric, inch by agonizing inch, revealing the sensitive skin beneath. His lips follow, each kiss sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
My hands twitch with the urge to reach for him, but his earlier command holds me captive. His hands slide further up my thighs, grazing the delicate fabric of my underwear. I gasp, arching into him, desperate for friction.
He pushes my legs further apart, and leans in as his mouth brushes against the inside of my thigh. “You smell so good,” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive. “Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?”
His words send a rush straight through me, heat pooling between my thighs as my heart pounds wildly. My mind is a mess of need, and I can't think straight. The anticipation coils tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe.
“Since the last time you did it?” I whisper. The words don't even have the edge I wanted. They sound wrecked and desperate, because I am. God, I want him.
“Yeah, well,” he murmurs, each word punctuated by a kiss that sets my nerves on fire. “I didn’t get the chance to truly savor you the way I wanted.” His lips skim higher, and his breath alone is a torment against my skin. “To make your body sing for me.”
The flush spreading across my neck is impossible to hide, and I glance away, overwhelmed by the raw intensity in his eyes. But then his lips find the edge of lace, and all rational thought evaporates.
His hands slide to the delicate fabric, pushing it aside without hesitation, and his mouth claims me with a hunger that leaves me gasping. His tongue flattens, sweeping up my slit in one long, devastating stroke, like he’s got nowhere else to be but buried between my legs. My head falls back against the table, surrendering completely to the sensation as he devours me like a man possessed.
His mouth moves with precision, his lips and tongue working together to unravel me, and I can’t hold back the sounds that slip from my lips. His grip tightens on my thighs, leaving no room for escape. I'm likely going to have bruises tomorrow.
I can't take it anymore. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more of him. I’m lost and my body is arching into him as hedrives me higher and higher. When his fingers tease my entrance, I’m left breathless and wanting.
A gasp rips out of me and my hand flies to cover my mouth. My hips betray me, lifting for him. His response is devastating. “You don’t get to do that. Let me hear you.”
His command is like a brand, and I let my hand fall, surrendering to the moment. The sounds spilling from my lips are desperate and needy.
My thighs tremble as the pressure inside me builds, threatening to snap. He sucks harder, teasing my clit with his fingers, coaxing me closer and closer to the breaking point.
Pleasure crashes over me in a tidal wave that obliterates everything else.
“Kane,” I gasp. His name is ripped from my lips like a curse. My body bucks beneath him, and my fingers tangle in his hair, clutching desperately to him as he pulls me under, consuming me completely.
My breath shatters into ragged gasps, as my chest heaves. He slides a finger inside me while his tongue and lips devour me with a hunger that sets my nerves on fire all over again.
He curls his finger, finding that perfect spot, and my hips rock against him, chasing more. The need I have for him right now is so consuming it leaves me raw and desperate. When he adds another finger, the sound of it only amplifies the intoxicating pull.
“You like that, pretty girl?” His voice is a low, sinful growl that sends a shiver straight through me. I almost come again.
“Yes,” I gasp, the word tumbles out of my lips, offering myself up without a second thought.
A dark groan rumbles from him, reverberating through my body. His lips latch onto the inside of my thigh, and the sharp bite sends pleasure rocketing through me. I pull him closer as I break apart beneath him, the orgasm tearing through me like a wildfire.
