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He nipped her jaw. “Tell me you don’t want to know how it feels to have me inside you,” he said with a soft growl she felt in her core. “You can’t, can you?”
No, she damn well couldn’t. And she knew she’d never find herself in this situation again. If she sent him away, he’d never make another move. Then she’d always wonder just how good it could have been.
“If you’re absolutely sure—and I mean sure—you won’t regret this tomorrow, I’ll go for option two.”
Satisfaction flooded Keenan’s veins, ramping up the need already pounding through him. “Oh, I’m sure.”
His demon settled, certain that she wasn’t going anywhere. It wanted him to take her there and then, but Keenan didn’t want to rush this. He’d waited too long for it. He wanted to make this so good for her that she’d never forget it. Never forget him.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the second I met you. Did you know that?”
Her breath hitched. “I do now.”
He traced the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “Shall I tell you what I’m going to do to you? I’m going to fuck you with my fingers until you come. Then I’m going to lick your pussy clean—oh yeah, I can smell how wet you are. And then I’m going to give us both what we’ve wanted for far too fucking long.”
Sliding his hand from her hip to her stomach, Keenan kept her hips flush with his as he pulled back an inch or so. “First, I need to make one thing clear, Khloé.” He snaked his hand under her dress and dipped it just enough into her panties for him to circle her clit with his finger. His cock jerked at her soft moan. “And it needs to be very, very clear.”
“What?” she rasped, straining against his hold to arch into his touch.
He thrust his hand all the way into her panties and cupped her pussy. “This is mine tonight. You are mine tonight.” If he could only have her for a single night, he’d at least fucking own her the entire time. Own her with his fingers, his tongue, his dick. “We clear?”
Khloé swallowed. Why that low-pitched, commanding tone tightened her nipples and made her lower stomach clench, she had no clue. “Uh-huh.”
Humming in approval, he slipped his finger between her slick folds. “That’s my girl. Now feel what I do to you.”
Closing her eyes, she bit her lip as his skilled fingers began to drive her out of her mind. They went to work on her slit, stroking and teasing. They taunted her clit, flicking and pinching. And just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, they thrust into her pussy.
He groaned. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Oh God, and now he was pumping those fingers hard into her pussy. She rocked into his hand over and over, grinding against the heel of his palm. Finally, she imploded with a loud cry, her knees buckling, feeling his dick throb against her back.
“Dreamed of doing that.” Withdrawing his hand from her panties, he spun her to face him and took her mouth again. The kiss was hot and savage, all tongue and teeth.
She sensed then that there’d be no gentle, easy seduction. No soft words or coaxing. He meant to take what he wanted. Well, that was fine with her. Being ravished was always fun.
Not all that good at waiting for what she wanted, Khloé tugged at his fly. A hot, hungry growl poured down her throat and lifted the hairs on her arms. His cock sprang out and, just, wow. It was hot and hard and so damn big.
Should she touch it? Should she lick it? Should she feed it a peanut?
There was a lot of yanking and pulling as they shed each other’s clothes. Naked, she trailed her hands down his chest, almost shivering at the delicious feel of all that sleek skin and pure male muscle. She gripped his shaft hard, liking the feel of it throbbing—
She blinked as she suddenly found herself sprawled on the floor with Keenan kneeling between her thighs. Hmm, this seemed promising.
Curling his powerful body over hers, he planted a hand either side of her head and then began to lick, kiss, and scrape his teeth over her neck. She bucked her hips, trying to grind her clit against his cock, but he edged out of reach. Ugh.
Khloé inhaled sharply as he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand plumping her breast. He licked and suckled—sometimes slow and soft, sometimes hard and rough. She shuddered when he moved on to her neglected breast, teasing and tasting and touching. Every time he sucked or bit her nipple, she somehow felt it in her pussy.
Arching into him, she gripped his hair. But the strands slipped through her fingers as he slid down her body. Then his mouth was on her. Oh, Jesus. That fabulous tongue licked and swirled and plunged, making her shake and writhe and moan.
