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“Is it going to hurt if I take off your bra?” I didn’t know if it would feel better or worse with the bruising.

“Are you going to touch my breasts if you take off my bra?”

“Definitely.”

“Then I’ll feel much better if you take it off.” The pleasure was evident in her tone.

I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, then slowly lowered the straps and pulled down the cups of her bra until I pulled it off. She sighed.

“It feels better now.”

“That’s good, Honey.”

The hungry look in her eyes would have brought me to my knees if I hadn’t already been on them.

“Now you take off the rest of your clothes,” she demanded.

“Not yet. I like it just where I am.”

“But—”

I didn’t let her continue, I just leaned and licked. She tried to close her legs, but I pushed them open even farther.

“Kai,” she wailed.

I was getting somewhere.

I parted the lips of her sex and caught a glimpse of heaven. She glistened with desire, and I hadn’t even really started. I lapped up her slick essence, and it was the best thing I had ever tasted. Then I used my whiskers to abrade her sensitive flesh and she yelled out my name even louder.

I lifted up. “Do you like that?”

“Yes. God, yes. Again.”

I grinned and brushed my chin against her clit. This time when she called my name, it was muffled. I looked up and saw she had her hand over her mouth. I used my thumb to swirl circles around her sensitive flesh. Her whimpers were music to my ears.

I was aching to get inside her, but giving her pleasure was much more important.

“Kai, I’m close.” Her words were a strained whisper.

Slowly I inserted a finger inside her. I looked up to see her head shaking side to side.

“Too much,” she said. Then she added, “Don’t stop.”

I found that perfect spot and rubbed it as my thumb continued to circle her clit. Now she was just chanting don’t stop. I was breaking out in a sweat. I needed to give her this. I needed to watch her come.

I swirled faster, and then inserted a second finger. I could see how close she was. It was beautiful.

“Now, Marlowe. Now.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”

She bucked upward. Her channel clamped down on my fingers.

Her cries didn’t stop as she twisted back and forth.

I knelt up high and looked at her face. She had never looked more beautiful.

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