Kane’s POV
I watch, my control teetering on a razor’s edge as my firebug performs her striptease for me; f***k she’s gorgeous. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, a physical ache vibrating through my limbs as I force myself not to reach for her. I’m doing so well, managing to stay anchored, until her skirt falls to the floor in a soft heap of fabric, revealing the lingerie she’s wearing. It’s new, I’ve never seen it before, and it’s f.ucking white.
Standing in front of me, shy but with a flickering hint of excitement in her gaze, she looks like a goddamn virtuous Goddess, and the thin veil of control finally snaps.
‘Do you like it?’ she asks shyly, as though there is a sliver of a chance that I won’t.
‘More than you’ll ever know,’ I growl, fire licking through my veins as I rake m
