Page 163 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

Two of his fingers curl inside me as he takes his cock back to my center. Watching his length slide against my clit repeatedly, his hips flexing with urgency and determination… it does something to me.

I love that he’s chasing my orgasm with twice as much ardor as he would his own, and when his fingers curl deeper and faster, the pleasure in my lower stomach snowballs into something more.

Kane’s hand departs from my throat, and he dips downward, his mouth attaching to my nipple and alternating between biting and circling it with his tongue.

The combination of his fingers speeding in and out of me, his mouth on my breast, and his cock rubbing me raw makes it impossible to contain myself.

“I’m close,” I pant, and Kane doesn’t say anything, groaning in satisfaction.

He watches with intent, adoration, and pure fascination as I thrash, surrendering all control to him and falling apart with a moan I couldn’t stifle if my life was hanging in the balance.

I’m clawing at the desk beneath me as if to diffuse the sensations coursing through my body, but it’s pointless. My orgasm hits me all at once, cutting me open with pleasure.

The second my climax fades, I fall backward, boneless and spent, but Kane’s plans for me don’t include rest, something he makes clear by gripping my waist to keep me in place.

He guides his cock to my opening, angling himself perfectly. He could easily fill me with one pump of his hips.

Our gazes lock, fixed together like powerful magnets.

Suddenly, we’re the only two people in the universe.

The earth could cave beneath our feet, and we still wouldn’t look away.

“I…” I open my mouth, feeling the need to say something. To acknowledge that this is the moment where everything changes.

An unexpected wave of emotions blankets me from head to toe, settling into my throat and causing me to choke out, “Please don’t leave again.”

I swear something in his eyes breaks.

His mouth comes down on mine, and he pulls back to say, “I’m not going another fucking day on this earth without you.”

Then he thrusts inside me.

We cry out in unison, the sensation too much to bear.

It’s not just that he’s stretching me to the limit. It’s that I can feel every piece of my broken heart falling back together when he squeezes his cock deeper.

I inhale a sharp breath at the sting between my legs, holding back tears that have nothing to do with the pain.

This moment feels like letting out a breath you’ve been holding for years, finally letting go of a grudge that was eating at your soul.

Kane presses his forehead to mine, his features twisting with pleasure as he says, “Jesus, you’re gripping my cock so fucking tight.”

I will him to move by shifting my hips. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and complies, hitting a spot no one else ever has.

He throws his head back. “Goddamn.”

He needs a second to compose himself, but I can’t bring myself to give it to him, needing to feel him hit that spot again.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg, and his eyes flare.

He starts moving inside me.

The first thrust feels like a knife plunging into me, the second like a small cut, and the third like painful relief. The faster he goes, the better it feels, and I loop my legs around his waist, desperate to keep him there, fucking me into this desk like he’s trying to send it to the ground.

That’s when it starts to feel good.

I extend my arms around his neck, sinking my nails into his shoulders. He’s driving his cock into me with savage thrusts, his hands gripping my hip bones so hard I’m confident that it’s going to leave a bruise.

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