Page 80 of Keep Me Never
She nods, and I arch a brow.
“Yes,” she whispers, voice already strained. “I’ll stay still.”
“Good.” I kiss her jaw, then lower, mouthing a path down her throat, her collarbone, slow enough to drive us both insane. “You’re gonna earn every second of this.”
Her breath hitches as I drag my mouth down her chest, and I make it a point to take my time, worshipping but not rushing. Never rushing.
I want to draw out every sigh, every stuttered breath, until she’s too far gone to remember her own name and earn the right to the control she so willingly gave me.
When I finally get between her thighs again, she’s shaking.
I glance up at her.
“Hands stay where they are,” I say. “If you reach for me, it stops.”
She whimpers, actually whimpers, but manages a strangled “okay.”
Obedient. Desperate.
Fucking perfect.
I don’t tease this time and there are no more warnings needed. I give her exactly what she’s been begging for, my hands on her body, my mouth on her neck, myvoicehot against her skin, all working in tandem to undo her one breath at a time.
And the whole time, I’m watching her.
Listening for the break.
Waiting for the moment she shatters so completely she forgets she ever wanted anything but this.
Her breath hitches. Her thighs press together like she’s trying to hold the pleasure back with sheer will alone. I don’t stop—I press my mouth higher on her throat, my hand sliding to her inner thigh, parting them, gripping them until she’s trembling.
Her hand twitches at her side and I pause, my tongue tasting the skin along her collarbone. “Don’t touch me, Angel. And don’t eventhinkabout coming until I say.”
She nods, frantic, fingers digging into the comforter beneath her.
I stop, pulling back just enough to make her feel the loss. “Say it.”
She breathes it out like a prayer. “Yes.”
And fuck, if I don’t feel something snap inside me.
Not just the hunger that’s already overwhelming, but something deeper. Something sharp and possessive and a little reverent, like I just got handed something no one else will ever touch.
She wants to be good for me.For me.And now all I want is to make sure she never forgets what that means.
Finally, I kiss her, but still not softly, and I don’t let her lead.
I take and I give in equal measure, tongue sliding against hers, hands moving up her ribs, under the jersey.My fucking jersey.
She tenses, just for a second, but still I pause, meeting her gaze. “Baby, you are like nothing I have ever known before. Don’t hide from me,” I say, voice quiet but steel-edged. “Not this. Not ever. Got it?”
She stares up at me, eyes glassy, breath shallow, and this time, instead of using her words, she does me one better, shimmying so the jersey slides up higher, and I help her out.
But when she tries to lift her arms, I back down with a shake of my head. “No. This stays on. I want to make you come with my name all over you,” I tell her, gently resting the material just over her chest.
Fuck me, she’s not wearing a bra, and when her pink, pebbled nipples come into view, I swear I forget how to fucking breathe.
“Christ,” I murmur, my dick swelling in my jeans. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
