Chapter 15-2
“Kane,” I gasped, not sure what I was asking for.
“You like that?” he asked against my skin.
“Yes-fuck-yes.”
“I know, love,” he murmured against my skin. “Let me take care of you.”
His mouth traveled lower, pressing hot kisses down my stomach while his hands worked at the drawstring of the pants I wore. Soon I was completely naked beneath him, and the way he looked at me made me feel like a goddess.
“Mmm. You’re so fucking wet for me already.” He reached down and gripped my hips, hard enough to bruise. “I can smell it. Feel it on my fingers.”
arched up against him as his gaze dragged over me, like he was committing every curve, every freckle, every flaw to memory.
“Lie back. Spread your legs. Show me all of you.”
The first touch of his tongue against my p***y made me cry out and arch off the makeshift bedding. He groaned at my taste, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me.
“So sweet,” he muttered, then got to work destroying what was left of my sanity.
He worshipped me with his mouth, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure, learning exactly what made me gasp and writhe beneath him. When he slipped one finger inside me, I thought I might die from the sensation. Shame didn’t exist anymore. I was beyond it.
“So tight,” he groaned. “Your p***y’s gripping me like she already knows who she belongs to. So fucking tight. I’m going to have to work you open slowly, little wolf.”
He added a second finger, stretching me carefully while his tongue worked my clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming, building pressure inside me that I’d never felt before.
“I can’t-“I panted, not sure what was happening to my body.
“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. “Come for me, Simone, Right now. I want to taste you when you fall apart.”
His fingers curled inside me, hitting some spot that made me see stars, and I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me with devastating intensity, and I screamed his name as waves of pleasure consumed me.
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He didn’t stop. He kept going, licking me through the aftershocks, until I was whimpering.
overstimulated and wrecked.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my inner thigh. But he wasn’t done with me yet. He moved up my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, until he was hovering over me. I could
feel the hard, thick length of his c**k pressing against my entrance, and my breath caught.
“I need to feel you wrapped around me. All of you. Every fucking inch. But first, little wolf.” He paused, “Are you sure about this?”
“Do it,” I whispered.
“Once I claim you, there’s no going back.” He grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding
back.
“Yes, Kane!” I snarled desperately, reaching up to cup his face. “I want this-you, I want you.”
He kissed me again, slower this time, pouring all his emotion into it. When he finally began to push inside me, we both groaned at the sensation. He was big, bigger than his fingers had prepared me for-, and the stretch burned. But he went slowly, giving me time to adjust, murmuring praise and
encouragement against my ear.
“Goddess, Simone,” he groaned, voice hoarse. “You’re doing so well, love, taking me so perfectly.
so fucking tight.”
When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still. The feeling of being completely filled, completely connected to him, was overwhelming.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his forehead pressed against mine.
“F-Full,” I rasped. “Like you’re everywhere.”
He groaned at my words. “Can I move?”
I nodded, and he began to thrust slowly, each movement sending sparks of pleasure through me. What had started as burning stretch was transforming into the most incredible sensation I’d ever felt. My hands clung to his back, digging in, and I didn’t care if I left marks. He needed to feel me, just like I was feeling every inch of him.
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