Page 312 of Kentrell

Her legs locked around my waist like second nature.

I turned, carried us to the bed, and laid her down… slow but with purpose.

Pulled my fingers from her warmth, brought them up to my mouth, and sucked her off me… keeping my eyes on hers the whole time.

She shivered… thighs twitching… trying to snap her legs closed.

I caught her ankles before she could.

Kept her open.

Her panties were already pushed to the side, her clit peeking up at me, slick and swollen. Taunting me.

I licked my lips, making a show of cleaning the rest of her off my fingers… still watching her. Eyes low, dark, locked on mine… waiting… knowing this little game she was playing?

She was about to regret it.

“Keep them legs open,” I ordered, releasing her ankles but giving her that look… the one that saidtry me if you want to.

She did exactly what I thought she would.

Snapped her thighs shut like she had something to prove.

My jaw flexed.

I nodded. Slow.

Peeling off my bomber jacket… tossing it to the side. Then digging into my pocket.

The faint jingle of metal made her brows pull tight.

I pulled it out… letting the chain dangle… letting it sway until it settled in my palm.

A diamond-encrusted link chain.

Almost identical to the one I was already wearing.

Only difference?

The pendant.

Her eyes locked on it.

The name spelled out in diamonds… bold and sharp… the one name I answered to.

Kentrell

I held it up. Let her look. Let her know.

She was mine.

And I was hers.

Zoe’s eyes sparkled as she gazed up at the piece in my hand. When she opened her legs again, I bent down, letting my free hand slide over her pussy—flicking her clit on the way up, making her twitch and shiver—then gliding past her belly button without breaking eye contact. I traced the same hand up to her chest, circling her big brown mounds, pinching both sensitive nipples until she gasped, then kept going—up her throat—wrapping all five fingers around her neck and squeezing just enough to make her breath catch. Her stomach clenched tight as I lifted her halfway off the bed by her neck, and with my other hand, I slipped the chain over her head—letting the weight of it fall into place, the pendant brushing against my knuckles still locked around her throat.

When it settled on her chest, I bent lower, hovering over her, and kissed her. This time the way I wanted to… the way I should’ve the first time. Tongue all in her mouth, slobbering her down, biting her lip as she squirmed and moaned into me.

“Zoe,” I growled low, clenching her throat tighter while using my other hand to unzip my jeans.

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