But I didn’t move. I stayed still. For her. Because this was her game. Her rules.
“Everywhere,” I breathed. “Everywhere would be heaven.”
“Wrong,” she whispered, rolling her hips with a punishing grind that made my vision blur. “You get one hand. One place. Choose.”
“My—your c**t,” I choked. “I need to touch you there, Kitty. I need you to fall apart on me. Please.”
Her moan was raw and perfect. “Granted.”
And I didn’t waste a f*****g second.
My hand found her c**t like it had always belonged there — like fate itself had carved the path — and I circled it with tight, relentless strokes. Her eyes rolled back, lips parting on a gasp as the tremors overtook her. She clenched around me so hard I saw stars, white-hot and blinding.
I was gone. Helpless. Desperate.
“f**k, Kat,” I growled,
