She grabbed his wrist, pulling him closer until his forehead touched hers. She didn’t whisper this time. She didn’t hide it. She let it pour out of her with every ounce of need in her.
“I want you, Kane.” Her voice was strong, no longer whimpering. “I’m not made of glass. I need you inside me.”
“Good,” he growled. “Because I’m done holding back.”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” She countered just as his mouth crashed onto hers again. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers spreading her as he slipped one finger, then two. “Fuck, you’re tight, but so wet for me.”
“It’s been a while,” She admitted in a husky tone, then leaned up and bit his lip as she jerked her hips against his hand. “Make me ready to take all of you.”
Something dangerous lit in his eyes.
He worked her with his fingers, adding another, pumping them inside her, prepping her body for what was to come. Watching Kane watch himself as he pleasured her with his fingers was so damn hot. She moaned when he withdrew his finger. He loweredhis body, planting a kiss on her inner thigh that had her moaning in anticipation.
The intensity in his stare alone stole her breath, but when he lowered himself between her legs, Monica’s entire body went tight.
He pushed her knees wider, slowly and deliberately, as if he enjoyed watching her react. “Look at you,” he growled, his voice a razor-edge scrape of hunger. “You’re trembling for me.”
She should’ve been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Not even close. His roughness did something to her, something profound and wicked that she didn’t want to control. She loved sex, and she wasn’t embarrassed by that fact.
Kane dragged his hands up the inside of her thighs, his touch firm and possessive.
“Fuck…” he whispered, his voice low and dark as he took in the sight of her. Then his mouth was on her.
The first stroke of his tongue had her entire back arching off the bed. He groaned against her like she was the best thing he’d tasted in a long damn time. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he devoured her like he had been starving for this. For her.
Monica’s fingers twisted in the sheets before she reached down, grabbing for him, needing something to hold onto. The second her hand brushed his hair, he growled and pushed deeper, dragging his tongue against her in a way that made her gasp his name.
“Kane—oh my God?—”
His mouth sealed over her, sucking her clit hard enough to make her cry out. She felt the slide of his fangs barely graze her skin, and her entire body clenched.
He licked her again, slower this time, like he was tasting every reaction she gave him. “You gonna come for me?” He hissed against her.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her breath was coming too fast, her thoughts scattered.
“Answer me, Monica,” Kane ordered, his eyes looked up at her, his mouth glistening, and his fangs were much longer. He looked so damn sexy, glaring at her from between her legs, demanding that she answer him. “Or I stop.”
“Yes, Kane!” She answered, then tried to push her pussy back to his lips. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
“Good girl,” he said, then shifted, hooking his arms under her thighs and pulling her closer, locking her against his mouth. His tongue moved harder, his mouth relentless, and Monica felt herself slipping.
“Come,” he ordered against her soaked skin, voice rough enough to drag her over the edge. “Now.”
Her entire body shattered on command. If she could think a coherent thought, she’d be shocked at how her body responded to his command.
The orgasm hit hard. It was sharp and blinding, but Kane didn’t stop. He held her down, licking her through every wave like he planned to take all of it from her. Monica trembled uncontrollably, her hands gripping his hair, his shoulders,anything she could reach as she rode wave after wave of pleasure.
Only when she was completely spent and breathless did he slow.
“Goddamn,” Kane growled, kissing her thigh. “You taste like you were made for me.”
Monica tried to catch her breath, her pulse still racing, as her thighs shook uncontrollably.
He climbed up her body with deliberate, predatory slowness, caging her beneath him, his hardness pressing against her in a way that made her shiver all over again.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, voice low and sinful. Kane’s mouth hovered over her, his breath brushing her lips. “You trust me,” he murmured, watching her closely.
“I do,” she whispered, and she meant it. She did trust him.