Chapte 38-2
CA
His shirt hit the floor. My dress followed. There were no rushed hands or fumbling fingers, just a quiet urgency that vibrated through every breath we shared, every layer we stripped from each other until we were bare again, not just skin, but soul.
“You make me feel like a goddamn man again,” he breathed against my neck, slow kisses trailing along my collarbone. “Like I didn’t completely lose myself while you were gone.”
I arched into him, my chest pressing to his, heat blooming low in my belly at the sound of his voice.
Every inch of him made me feel like I belonged.
His lips trailed over the curve of my breast, his tongue circling my n****e before he sucked it into
his mouth, gently. A shiver danced through me. My hands threaded into his hair, holding him there
as he took his time tasting me, tongue warm and wet, teeth scraping just enough to make me
gasp. The man knew exactly how to touch me, how to drive me to the edge of sanity with just his lips and tongue and the gentle scrape of his teeth.
“Kane,” I moaned, thighs shifting, trying to close around him.
He moved lower, careful not to jostle the wound. His breath hit the inside of my thigh, and I jolted.
“You need me here,” he said, dragging his tongue up between my folds without waiting for an answer. “You’ve been missing this. I can feel how swollen you are. How badly this pretty little cunt
wants me.”
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