“Be still, kitten,” he growled. “I’m going to make you fall apart, and I’m going to watch every damn second of it.”
His tongue circled my c**t, teasing me until I was panting, writhing beneath him. And then—he stopped.
My whine was instant. Desperate.
But he didn’t leave me long. He crawled up, kissed me hard—and when his tongue plunged into my mouth, I tasted myself on him.
I moaned into his mouth, drunk on the taste and the way he made it feel filthy and intimate all at once.
“You taste that?” he rasped, voice low and ragged. “That’s mine, Katherine. All of it.”
He gripped my ass hard—possessively, fingers digging in enough to leave bruises. Then he pulled me down against his face again and buried himself between my thighs like a man starved.
My hands flew to his hair, gripping ti
