Page 39 of Fatal Collision
A sharp breath hitches in my throat, and he sucks hard, his wicked tongue a soft contrast against my skin. Those eyes lock me in place, whispering,Watch me.
“I’m going to let go of your mouth now. Will you be quiet for me?”
I nod before I even understand what I’m doing, and Kane—confident that I won’t scream for help—slowly pulls his hand from my mouth and wraps his fingers around my throat. My pulse pounds wildly beneath his grip as he leans in and brushes his nose against mine.
Up close, he’s even more beautiful. Tousled dark hair. A small scar on his cheekbone. Lips that aren’t too full but look soft enough to make my own tingle in anticipation of a kiss I shouldn’t want but desperately crave.
“You shouldn’t be here, Kane,” I breathe, hyperaware of his minty breath on my mouth.
“You left me on Read, little rabbit.”
“Because I don’t want to talk to you.”
A wolfish grin curves his mouth. “Good thing I’m not here to talk.”
God, does he have to say hot things like that?
My thighs rub together again, and he notices, tilting his head slightly as he studies the emotions I struggle to keep in check. If only he couldn’t read me like an open book. If only my nipples didn’t harden when Malice barks a laugh in the other room, unaware that a ‘Heights’ is in my room. Why is the forbidden so hot? They won’t hesitate to kill Kane if they find out he’s in here.
“Please, leave.”
“You’re shivering,” he says low.
“Please, Kane.”
Please leave. Please touch me.
He flicks his sky blues between my eyes and mouth, and I hold my breath. We are too different. What’s happening here will never lead anywhere good. I’ve grown up hating the founding families and the privilege they wear like a badge while the rest of us struggle tomake ends meet, but all that buried resentment is nothing but a distant echo now.
“I’m scared,” I whisper when he leans in to kiss me.
He stops, glancing up from my mouth. “What are you scared of?”
“I don’t know… this… us?”
“Hmm,” he hums, gazing hungrily at my mouth like he wants to tear into my fragile resolve. “Not sure why…” His ragged whisper shoots hot sparks straight to my core, which tightens like a coil. “…but I like how the wordussounds on your lips.”
Before I can object, he wrenches my tank top down, and my breasts bounce free.
“Fuck me dead. You have great tits.” He takes my pebbled nipple into his wicked mouth and sucks hard, palming the weight of the other.Holy Christ, the tongue on this guy. I slap both hands over my lips to stop myself from screaming or something equally loud. But fuck… My legs fall open like they have a life of their own.
“I’m gonna fuck these big tits one day soon. He squeezes them together, then does something that shouldn’t be hot but unravels me like a knotted string.
He locks eyes with me and spits in my cleavage.
Holy shit.
Why is that so hot? I suck in a sharp breath, my chest rising too fast.
“Yeah, I like the look of that,” he murmurs, swirlinghis tongue over each nipple. “I’m gonna come all over these tits until it’s dripping down your sides.”
Themouthon him. That tongue…
“Kane, this is wrong.”
“Yeah?” He snatches up my nipple with his teeth, making a show of letting it slip out slowly. “Why? Because you’re from Bleakmoor Falls? Because you like the tongue of this narcissistic Heights a little too much? Just think, baby, when I finally fuck you.” He flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue until I quiver beneath him… vicious, quick flicks.
Truthfully, I never thought I could come from nipple stimulation alone, but this is sorcery.
