Page 172 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

He brings his mouth to my ear. “The noises you make when you come…” His free hand snakes beneath my shirt. “…the freckles on your tits…” He takes a handful of my breast inside my bra. “…that drenched little cunt.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, slipping his arm between my body and the wall. His hand slides inside my leggings and underwear in a single move, a deep noise sounding in his throat as he whispers, “All mine.”

He locates my clit almost immediately, the pad of his finger grazing the sensitive nub until I’m arching into his hand.

“We were written in the fucking stars, Hadley. You were born to belong to me.” Kane buries his nose in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent before squeezing a finger inside me. “And even if you didn’t… I’d still be yours.”

His finger thrusts deeper, and my head falls back, coming to rest on his shoulder.

“Tell me you belong to me.”

I’m still mad at him.

At least, my brain is.

My body, however…

A whimper escapes my mouth. “I belong to you.”

He groans at my obedience. “Body and soul, baby.”

He withdraws his finger completely, ignoring my protests as he drops to his knees.

“Kane.” His name doesn’t sound like the plea it really is, coming out as a question. He’s yanking my leggings and panties down my legs before I can blink.

“Spread those pretty lips for me,” he commands, and I know exactly what set of lips he’s referring to.

Sucking in a gust of air, I reach behind me and spread my ass cheeks and pussy, baring all of myself to him. His hand flies to my lower back, and he pushes me forward, forcing me to cling to the wall as he buries his face in my slit.

His mouth clamps down on my clit, drawing a shrill noise from my lips. My body contorts with pleasure, and I back up without realizing it, shoving my pussy so close to his face I’m scared I’ll suffocate him.

His oxygen levels seem to be the last thing on his mind as he sucks, licks, twirls, and nips at my clit with his teeth. He continues to taste and explore until he has my eyes closing involuntarily.

He pulls away for a short moment, and I hear him undo his zipper. Then he’s back between my thighs, slowly tracing his tongue along my folds, the sensations overwhelming me.

His right hand comes up to wrap around my ponytail, yanking on it and causing my body to arch away from the wall.

My hands abandon my ass cheeks, a decision that earns me a disapproving growl and a low “Did I tell you to let go?”

He clamps down on my clit harder, as if to punish me, and I slap my hands back into place, stretching my pussy for him again. I expect him to resume what he was doing, but he doesn’t, placing torturous kisses everywhere but on my clit.

My moans evolve into desperate pleas, and Kane’s dark laughter ripples against my core.

“What, baby?”

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t speak for long seconds, rising off the ground.

No explanation, nothing.

He moves closer, placing his mouth next to my earlobe. “One last thing.”

I hold my breath.

“The next time some loser asks you if you’re single, you better not fucking hesitate.”

Something warm settles between my legs.

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