Page 147 of Kentrell

As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, I turned to face him—and found him right there.

In my space. In my breath.

I didn’t flinch. Just let my back press into the door and stared up at him.

“I should’ve known you had something like this planned for us,” I whispered.

His hands found my waist, tugging me close. “You ain’t even seen the half yet.”

His hands gripped my waist like he owned it.

Not gentle. Not rough. Justsure.

My back pressed against the door, my chest rising to meet his as he leaned in, our breaths tangling before our lips did.

Then—

He kissed me.

Not soft. Not slow.

Hungry.

His tongue slid past my lips without asking, without hesitation, and I let him take whatever he needed. My arms wrapped around his neck as he deepened the kiss, hands already roaming my sides, my ass, gripping it in both palms like he’d been waiting to do that all damn day.

I moaned into his mouth, legs going weak. But he caught me.

Lifted me.

Spun us both, laying me down across the plush duvet, his body following mine like we were synced from the inside out. I felt the hard press of him between my thighs through the thin barrier of clothes and gasped.

“You feel that?” he murmured into my neck, lips brushing against my skin as he slid his hand between my legs. “That’s what you do to me, Zoe.”

I whimpered, hips arching.

“I need to taste you first,” he growled, dragging my panties down my legs like he was unwrapping a gift he already knew he wasn’t gon’ return.

I reached for him, but he shook his head with a low chuckle, pushing my thighs open instead.

“Nah, stay right there.”

And then?—

His mouth.

Warm. Wet. Deep.

Tongue stroking me like he was fluent in my body already. Like he wasn’t justeatingme—he waslearningme. Devouring every sound, every twitch, every arch of my hips as I writhed beneath him.

“Fuck—Kentrell,” I moaned, one hand grabbing the sheets, the other clutching the top of his head.

He didn’t stop.

Didn’t pause.

Just pulled me deeper into his mouth until I shattered.

My back arched as a cry escaped my throat—raw and breathless. My body trembled, legs locked around his shoulders until I couldn’t take no more.

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