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“Kain— Fuck⁠—”

His other hand finds my other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers while his mouth works the first. The dual sensation short-circuits my brain, pleasure building in a hot, liquid rush through my hips, and my ass clenches.

I writhe in his hold, one hand fisted in his hair, the other still clutching Julian’s business card like some useless talisman. My zipper digs into my erection, and my entrance grows slick as my body prepares itself.

“Please,” I gasp, my hips grinding over his thigh. “Please, I need more. I need⁠—”

Kain releases my nipple with a wet pop and lifts his head. His lips are red, hunger written all over him.

Without a word, he hooks one arm under my knees and slides the other behind my back, lifting me in one smooth motion. My body folds against his chest, and I cling to him, the business card trapped between us.

He carries me down the hall to his bedroom and deposits me in the center of the mattress.

Kain unhooks my bunny mask from my ears and tosses it aside. My glasses, he takes more care with, sliding them off my nose and setting them on the nightstand.

Then he works my sweatshirt up my torso. I help, lifting my arms until he pulls it free, leaving my torso bare. His hands slide down my arms, pausing to squeeze my wrists before his fingers ease mine apart. My fist finally opens, and the crumpled card flutters to the floor.

Kain’s hands spread across my bare chest, but instead of going straight for my nipples again, he bends and drags his tongue over the hollow beneath my collarbone.

I jerk. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting you.” His mouth moves along my skin, lips brushing the damp salt left from hours in my competition gear. “You always taste good after an event.”

“That’s sweat.”

“I know.” He sounds entirely too pleased about it. “I could lick you all over.”

My dick throbs painfully behind my zipper.

“No.” I fist a hand in his hair and tug. “That’ll take too long.”

Kain laughs against my skin. “Impatient bunny.”

“Yes.” I pull harder. “So stop wasting time.”

Kain apparently disagrees with my definition of wasting time. His mouth finds my nipple, hot and wet as he sucks it into the heat of his mouth while his fingers work the other.

“No,” I whine, writhing beneath him as he assaults my already overstimulated flesh. “I don’t want⁠—”

A firm pinch rips a moan from my throat, and my back arches off the bed, my hands scrabbling at his shoulders, his hair, the sheets. Whatever I can reach.

His teeth graze the sensitive peak, and a hot wire of pleasure pulls tight from my chest to my dick, which leaks a dark spot through my jeans.

“Kain— Now, please⁠—”

“Now, what, Bunny?” He releases my nipple with a wet pop and moves to the other one, flattening his tongue over the peak before he sucks.

“I’m so empty.” My hips grind up, seeking friction. “I need your cock inside me.”

He hums into my skin, the vibration traveling through my chest, and his hand drops to my fly. He pops the top button and drags the zipper down, his knuckles rubbing over my hard dick along the way. He hooks his fingers under the waistband, dragging my jeans and boxers down and off in one motion.

The cool air hits my flushed skin, and I spread my legs, drawing my knees up until I’m completely open to him.

Kain’s eyes drop between my legs, and his breath catches. “Look at you, wet and dripping for me.”

His thumb brushes through the slick gathered at my hole, and the contact draws a whine from deep in my throat. My hips jerk, chasing his touch.

“Who is this for, Bunny?” His fingers tease my tight ring of muscle without entering.