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He looks up at me, letting me see his desire. His hunger. His need. I need him, too.
“Yes, please,” I breathe. “I-I think I’d like that.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” he replies, his voice deep and filled with lust.
His large, warm hands slide up my legs until he reaches the hem of the long shirt I’m wearing. Slipping his thumbs underneath the fabric, he caresses my skin, making my legs tremble and my breath catch in my throat.
Kingsley takes advantage of my nearly debilitating arousal and pulls me closer, his hands wrapping around my thighs and urging me to straddle him. I hesitate slightly, but I can’t look away from his intense gaze. It’s more than lust shining in his eyes; there’s tenderness as well. I don’t know how that’s even possible, but it’s true.
I surrender to him completely, letting him settle me on his lap. He grunts in approval, and the sound travels through me, making my pussy clench.
“I knew you’d feel amazing,” he says softly, more to himself than to me. “Jesus, I can feel your heat. You need this, too? Need my touch?”
“Yes. God, yes,” I moan, loving his dirty words. He seems like he’s barely holding something back, like I drive him as crazy as he drives me.
Kingsley grips my hips and helps me rock against his hardening length. My hands glide up his chest and shoulders, and I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so he has to look at me. I don’t know what I’m doing. I only know I need more. Every part of me responds to every part of him. When his breaths grow shallow, mine do, too. When he rolls his hips, I do, too. When he groans and closes his eyes, I do, too.
When I open them again, Kingsley is looking right at me. His jaw clenches and his nostrils flare. He slides his hands from my hips down to my ass, cupping me there, squeezing the soft flesh and grinding my body on his.
“Kingsley…” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair.
I pull on the strands as a surge of pleasure rolls through me, making my muscles tense and my thighs shake. I’m so wet, so sensitive, my thighs twitch every time my clit scrapes against the fabric of his pants.
He curses under his breath, trembling as I jerk in his arms and grind against his thick, hard cock. “Clementine,” he growls right before pressing his lips to mine.
His kiss destroys me. It’s slow, soft, and seductive, shredding me into little ribbons of pliant pleasure. He sinks into me like I’m some decadent dessert, loving my mouth while his hands grip me tightly and crush me into his hard body.
I whimper into his mouth, making him groan. Kingsley slips his hands under my shirt, letting them wander up and down the bare skin of my back. God, I can’t seem to control my body from rubbing against his, my pussy grinding down on him, my nipples scraping the hard planes of his chest.
“More,” I whisper into his slightly parted lips before pulling the bottom one through my teeth. “I need more, Kingsley.”
“Goddamn right you do,” he groans, covering my mouth with his.
His tongue slides against mine in needy, desperate strokes. I’m right there with him. Whatever fire he’s lit in my core is raging out of control, and only Kingsley can provide relief.
The next second, I’m lifted, and the back of my thighs make contact with the cool marble of a side table matching the one I saw earlier.
He steps between my legs and nuzzles into my neck, his cinnamon and leather scent surrounding me as his hands grip my hips. I love it. I love how he’s taking charge like he knows exactly what he wants to do to me.
I can’t wait.
Kingsley breathes against my parted lips, his thumb pulling my chin down. He fills my mouth with his breath once, twice, then a slow, rolling lick of his tongue. A shudder wracks his body and he grabs my knees, spreading them wide and jerking me to the edge of the table.
“Your lips are so fucking sweet, Clementine,” he murmurs before diving back in.
His hands trail up the insides of my bare thighs, and I whimper into his mouth when his thumbs brush against my most sensitive areas.
“M-more,” I stutter, unable to hide the desperation in my shaky voice.
“So wet for me,” Kingsley grunts. His lips brush the shell of my ear, making me shiver. Even that light, teasing touch makes me ache for so much more. “Can I make you come, beautiful?”
I nod and wiggle my hips, trying to get him right where I’m hurting the most. “Please,” I whisper, fisting his shirt.
Kingsley doesn’t waste a single second. His fingers slide through my soaking wet folds, stroking me up and down but never quite touching me where I need him the most. I tilt my hips, seeking relief, and Kingsley chuckles darkly.
“You need something from me?”
“Mmmhm,” is about all I can say at the moment.
