Page 102 of Embrace

Fuck, he’s right. How am I already so close? But clearly I don’t care if he knows how gone I am for him, because a series of pleas leave my mouth in succession. I’m hoping he pities me and soothes the spreading ache.

“I know, I know, baby,” he coos. He actually fucking coos at me.

I thought that would work, thought he’d give in immediately. But I’m quickly realizing that this version of Kian doesn’t let me get away with anything. He keeps me exactly where he wants me, only giving me enough to keep me going.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart. You want my fingers that badly?” The question makes me tighten my thighs around his head, which elicits a chuckle from him, low and dirty. Like he’s fucking me with his words. I’ve never had someone wind me up so bad, especially the first time. But I suppose Kian and I have been caught in the longest, most tortuous game of foreplay in history.

He easily pulls my legs apart. “I need you to answer the question, Scar.”

I don’t know what he asked, but I nod, probably a little too quickly, but it works because he snakes a hand around my thighs, pressing it to my stomach.

Then his lips suction over my clit, forcing a sharp, electric current to jolt through my body. I don’t know if it’s the way he looks up at me as he pushes his tongue inside me, or his moans rumbling like tectonic plates under my skin, but it doesn’t take long for my hands to find his soft hair, tightening on it until I’m sure I’m hurting him.

“I can’t.”

“You can. You’re doing so good.” I clench around his words, and even more when he inserts two fingers. “You like that, huh?”

“Just make me come, Kian,” I say instead. But he’s right. I love the praise. It’s what got me off every time, but none felt like this. Like his.

“Be good, Scar, and I might just give you an A plus for this pussy.”

God, he’s insane. I try not to react, keeping my moans locked, but then he must notice my sudden silence because he curls his fingers inside me and sucks my clit again. My head falls back on the table, my back arching, and I feel tears as I come.

Kian continues to thrust his fingers inside me.

“I c-can’t. It’s t-too much.”

“You okay, baby?” He asks it like a taunt, like he knows exactly how wound up I am. I arch off the table like I’ve been possessed, and I’m not convinced that’s not what’s happened.

“Slow,” I murmur, completely out of my mind.

“You want it slow,” he asks, moving at glacial pace. “Or fast?” Then he’s thrusting into me again, his tongue expertly stroking over my hot skin. He does that a few times, going slow and then fast, making my mind complete mush until I come again.

Kian groans then, cursing under his breath when I let out a high-pitched sound.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. Then his hands tremble on my skin, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s just as wound up as I am. When his gaze catches mine, I come apart again. He pulls back, moaning, pressing a thumb over my clit in the process, and we’re coming together.

When I open my eyes I see stars. Then Kian’s in my view again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he takes his glistening fingers into his mouth.

My mouth falls open at the sight. He hovers over me again, dipping those same fingers straight intomymouth, then kissing me.

My hand grazes the hard bulge in his pants.

“Scarlett,” he reprimands.

He’s all flushed and wound up when I bat my lashes at him, smiling innocently. “Your turn.”

Kian lets out a hoarse chuckle. “That was my turn.”

A fear blooms in my chest that this is over, and that for some reason it’s the last time I’ll see Kian like this. Open and just for me. That’s usually how this goes for me.

“But next time you can have your way with me.” He says it like he knows my mind is spiraling, and suddenly I feel exposed, and a little cold in this room when he’s not touching me.

“Can I have my pants?” I blurt out.

He chuckles before getting my jeans and underwear from where they’re discarded on the floor and helping me into them, even buttoning them for me.

Kian drives me back to Iona, his heavy palm on my thigh the entire way. It’s the first time a man’s put his hand there and I haven’t shifted for it to “accidentally” slip off. I want to keep Kian there, always close to me, warming my skin in a way only he can.