My back wanted to arch up again but he’d dropped his weight over me so I couldn’t. He palmed my breast. Scooping it from the bottom up to massage it before dropping his mouth over it and nipping my n****e a bit viciously.
I squawked. Wiggling at the unbearable violence of my nerve endings being ruthlessly tormented. “Kane.”
He was entirely ruthless. Seeming to know just how to drive me out of my mind with pleasure. He was such a sordid mix of tenderness and erotic dominance that I was entirely at a loss on how to hold back from him.
He touched me everywhere, seeming to inspect every hollow and curve of my body like he was learning a road on a mountain terrain.
Taking his time everywhere.
“Come for me again. Angel. Come.” He stopped and ground his hips in a circle. “For me.” A
