Page 141 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

That’s when he stops to give me another chance to back out, his breath sweeping over my center as he waits.

I don’t take the out he’s offering me.

A voice in my head utters a warning as scary as it is thrilling.

This was my last chance.

There’s no going back now.

Kane doesn’t wait a second longer, filling the little space left between us and flattening his tongue against my clit.

It’s only a second.

A sharp lick.

But holy mother of…

It feels like little zaps of electricity shooting through my body.

“I need you to hear me right now. If you let me do this, I’m going to want to do everything. Fuck you, feel you, make you beg until you hate me. This isn’t a onetime thing. Once we do this, you’re mine. Do you understand?”

The pulsating point between my legs wants me to agree. But my heart can’t handle everything with Kane.

It wouldn’t survive sex with him.

Not without reigniting feelings I’ve spent years trying to bury.

“Hadley, tell me you understand.” He proceeds to sink his teeth into the side of my thigh and leaves a few bite marks behind. “Fuck, just… please.”

His begging is all it takes to make me cave. “I understa—”

I can’t even finish my sentence.

Because Kane is already sucking my clit into his mouth and making me see five times the number of stars the windows of the sunroom ever could.

His tongue practically assaults my pussy the second his teeth release my clit, and I throw my head back, fighting my moans with all my might.

Kane’s feral groan mixes with the sound of my arousal, and I attempt to close my legs to decrease the pleasure, but his grip on my thighs is so strong they barely even move.

The growl of disapproval vibrating against my core tells me he didn’t like that, and I’d be an idiot to try it again.

I can’t even describe how incredible his tongue feels, and I give myself over to the sensations, playing the words he said to me on a loop.

This isn’t a onetime thing.

And as much as I hate myself for it, I really hope not.

It isn’t long before I start to squirm, wriggling on the piano and pressing myself farther into his face. I can’t help it. I need more.

“That’s it. Ride my fucking face,” he breathes, flicking my clit with his tongue until I’m chasing my breath.

“Kane,” I moan a tad louder than I should, considering where I am and what time it is, but he doesn’t seem to give a fuck because he only goes harder at the sound of his name. “More,” I manage to whisper.

“What do you want?” He releases his hold on my thigh and stops teasing my clit. I miss his tongue instantly, but his finger sliding up and down my slit stops me from complaining. “You want my fingers in your pussy?”

He starts rubbing my clit in quick circles, and I have to bite down on my lip not to moan. I’m so sensitive I just know it won’t be too long before I fall apart.

“Y-Yes,” I croak. I sound so ashamed. So damn pathetic to my own ears, and I want to cringe, but it sure doesn’t have the same effect on Kane because he groans again, guiding his finger to my entrance.

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