He kisses his way down my rib cage, trailing his tongue around my navel until my stomach clenches involuntarily. He lingers there, his eyes locked on mine as he digs his teeth into the soft skin just above the waistband of my shorts, biting until I whimper.
I feel him smile against my skin, like he's proud of himself for marking me.
"I'm going to leave reminders of me all over you, princess."
"Yeah?" I ask, my voice breathless. "Do I get to mark you, too?"
Heat flares in his eyes, brighter than the sun. "Fuck yes," he rasps. "Mark me anywhere you want. Mark me everywhere, baby."
He pops the button on my shorts with one hand and drags them, along with my panties, down my thighs. The cool air sends goosebumps up my naked legs, but I'm burning everywhere else, especially when he nuzzles the inside of my thigh and marks me there, too.
"You're shaking," he murmurs, his voice rough with need.
"I need you," I whisper.
"I know," he says, his mouth curving upward as he looks up the length of my body, something predatory and beautiful in his gaze. "But I want you so desperate for me, you can't even remember your own name."
I'm not sure I remember it right now. All I know is the feel of his body against mine and the heat of his lips against my skin.
He kisses my hip, then dips lower, trailing his tongue over the top of my thigh, teasing me until I'm squirming.
"Please," I gasp. "Oh, God. Please, Kingston."
"I love the way you sound when you're desperate for me," he says, his voice so low and deep I feel it between my legs, where I'm already so wet I don't think I can take any more of this. "But I want you to scream for me, Evie."
He doesn't wait for me to answer. Instead, he spreads my knees wide and lowers his mouth to my pussy like he's been starved for it. The first hot, wet pass of his tongue nearly unravels me. The second has me clutching the sheets, arching straight off the bed.
I've never in my life begged for anything, not even as a kid, but I can't stop myself now. I plead. I whimper. I sob his name over and over while he devours me like he thinks he can eat his way straight into my soul.
"Fuck, Kingston," I gasp, pulling his hair. "More, please. Don't stop."
He hums against me, the vibration so intense it sends me straight to the edge. His hands pin my hips, spreading me wider. He alternates slow, teasing licks with hard, brutal suction on my clit until my entire body is a live wire, short-circuiting and sparking all over the place.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice a rough command.
When I glance down, I nearly come right there. His eyes are molten, the pupils blown wide, his lips glistening. He looks wild, dangerous, and entirely in control of my body.
"That's it, princess," he rasps. "Eyes on me so you know it's your man making you feel this fucking good."
I can't do anything but cry out and clutch the sheets as he dips his head again, working me up, up, and over the edge, never letting up, never letting me fall back down.
My orgasm tears through me, white-hot and endless. I sob his name until I can't even hear myself anymore. I can't think. All I can do is take every damn ounce of pleasure hurtling through me with the force of a bomb.
He slides up my body while I'm shaking, leaving wet, desperate kisses along my skin, every one of them a brand. "Goddamn, baby," he rasps, his lips crashing into mine, his kiss feral and hungry as he shudders against me. "You're such a fucking good girl, screaming for me like that."
I reach for his jeans, my hands shaking. The button is stubborn, my fingers trembling and weak from how hard I just came, but I can't stop, not when he's looking at me like there's nothing else in the world but this.
He doesn't help. He just holds himself up, staring down at me, his breath a ragged pant.
"Please," I whine, my fingers fumbling again.
"You want it that bad, princess?" he whispers, his cock a hard, heavy line against my thigh.
"Yes. God, yes," I whisper, my voice a raw scrap of sound.
"Take it then, baby. It's yours."
When I finally get his fly open, he lets out a wild sound, like I just scored the game-winning goal in overtime. He kicks his jeans off, and his cock springs free.