Page 145 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Then he leans in to graze my clit with his teeth.

The sensation is almost painful due to how raw and sensitive my last orgasm made me, but it isn’t long before the pain switches places. Kane’s previous request makes more sense the second he squeezes a third finger inside me.

I can’t stop myself from crying out.

I feel so full like this. Like there isn’t an inch of space left for him to claim.

“Fuck, quiet, baby,” he rasps and laps at my pussy one, two times, until he’s fully eating me out, dragging his mouth up and down my clit with rapid strokes of his tongue.

I can’t seem to adjust to his fingers, shifting and fighting the discomfort the invasion created.

“Kane,” I half moan, half whine, and he drags his teeth along my clit again, capturing it between his lips and releasing it.

“You’re doing so fucking good, Hads.”

Somehow, his words soothe me.

“Can you loosen up for me?” he asks, and I inhale a sharp breath, pouring all of my focus into relaxing. Kane stretches me deeper, the curling of his fingers increasing in speed as I close my eyes.

It’s like a switch.

As though all I needed was to completely surrender myself to him for the pleasure to overpower the pain.

My mouth falls open, a quiet moan escaping it, and Kane’s mouth clamps down on my clit again. “That’s it, take it all in.”

He doesn’t stop the way he did in the sunroom. He doesn’t give me multiple chances to back out like before, devouring me without a sliver of restraint.

His right hand flies out to grip the back of my thigh, and he presses down, stretching me even wider, but I barely feel the sting.

This whole situation seems surreal.

I’m naked in Kane’s bed, lying on my back with my ass in the air and my legs sprawled over my head.

I should be horrified that I went from hating him to letting him bury his face between my thighs two times in a single night, but all I can feel is pure bliss, each stroke of his tongue a reminder of the ecstasy that tore through me just minutes ago.

I didn’t think I could come again so soon.

Hell, I didn’t think my body could handle round two, but before I can even attempt to conceptualize it, a second orgasm—this one stronger than any I’ve ever had—gathers momentum in my stomach.

I can hear how wet I am as Kane’s fingers repeatedly hit my G-spot from the inside.

“I need you to trust me, Hads.”

My eyes fly open from the moment his hand abandons my thigh.

I open my mouth to ask him what he’s going to do, but he cuts me off by circling my asshole with his fingers.

“Trust me,” he repeats, placing slow kisses on my inner thigh.

I feel myself shaking as soon as he pushes half of his index finger into my ass. It hurts, but in a good way, and I want to protest, but the next thing I know, his tongue is right back on my pulsating clit, and I’m coming on his face so hard my hips buck.

I’m convulsing, my thighs coated in my juices, and Kane responds by curling his fingers harder and suctioning my clit between his lips a final time.

Another cry tries to break free, but I keep my mouth shut, forbidding its escape.

My journey back down to Earth is a more violent one than I expected. Fear gushes through my veins faster than my orgasm faded to black, and my eyes fly wide open.

“You’re out of this fucking world, Hadley.”

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