Page 209 of By His Rule

“Christ,” he mutters, my skin burning as he lets his eyes drop to my thong-clad ass. “Turn around,” he demands, making all the hairs on my body stand on end.

Defying him might be my favorite hobby, but it’s not something I so much as consider as my body complies and I spin on the balls of my feet until I’m facing him.

“Fuck,” he grunts before unbuttoning his shirt in record time. My fingers itch to help, but there’s no way I’ll be that speedy, and I need him naked. Fast.

His pants go next, leaving him in nothing but his tight black boxer briefs. And they leave almost nothing to the imagination.

I stand frozen, staring at him.

I’ve seen some fine male bodies in my time, but Kian...fuck.

He’s…I swallow, not wanting to admit what’s about to come next…perfect.

I mean, of course he is. I shouldn’t have expected anything else from the god that is Kian Callahan.

I’m still lost in the definition of his six-pack and the deep V lines that disappear beneath his waistband to notice him close the space between us. But it all comes crashing back in vivid color when he wraps his hands around my waist, lifts me off my feet, and throws me back onto the bed.

I bounce once, and then he’s there right on top of me, his dark eyes staring down into mine.

“Kian,” I breathe, my chest heaving, my desperation reaching fever pitch.

“Fuck,” he grunts before ducking down, his lips claiming mine again.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I drag him down on top of me, loving the hardness and weight pressing me into the mattress.

My hands roam his muscular back until I find his ass, gripping him tight and forcing him to grind against me.

“Oh God,” I moan when he kisses across my jaw and down to my neck again.

“So beautiful,” he muses as his kisses continue to descend.

I arch my back, offering myself up to him, and he makes the most of it by sliding his hand beneath me and pinching my bra open.

I moan the second my swollen breasts are released.

He whips my bra away, exposing me to him.

My skin flushes bright red as his eyes widen in delight.

“So much better in person,” he confesses before dipping his head and sucking one of my puckered nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck, Kian,” I scream. He rewards me by grazing my sensitive skin with his teeth. He uses the perfect amount of pressure, sending a powerful bolt of lust straight to my clit.

My panties are ruined—I’m amazed he can’t feel how wet I am through his boxers.

I need him more than I think I’ve needed anyone in my life.

Switching sides, he gives my other nipple the same attention before he sinks even lower, kissing and nipping his way down my stomach.

My fingers twist in his hair, pushing him lower to where I really need him.

He chuckles when he feels me trying to speed him up, and his eyes lift to mine.

“Feeling desperate, Temptress?”

“Please, Kian. I need?—”

“Something here?” he says, pressing two fingers against my clit through the lace of my panties.

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