leaning down to taste her even if the world was ending around us. After the first lick I’m groaning, after the second I’m wrapping my arms under and around her thighs so I can hold her tightly against my mouth. She tastes like fucking nirvana. “Oh my God, Kane,” she chokes out, her hand sliding into my hair and her thighs tightening around my ears. I think she wants to say something else, maybe give in to the urge to say something filthy like I’m hoping I can tease out of her sometime, but the words are swallowed up by her moans.
