Licked into me like I was an offering. Like that part of me wasn’t off-limits, but his.
And now?
Now I’m full of him.
Every inch of him.
He’s inside me, deep, and the sound he made when he slid in, when he realized I was already wet and trembling, will haunt me for the rest of my life.
He hasn’t moved.
One hand grips my hip like it’s his anchor. The other palms the curve of my ass, possessive and sure. I can feel his heart pounding against my back. His breath warm at my shoulder.
Then, slowly, so slowly I feel every nerve ending ignite, he starts to move.
Kane
She’s tight.
Slick.
Volcanic
Perfect.
Her breath is ragged, her body trembling, her palms flat on the hood heart shaped ass thrown back willing to take it…take me.
I thrust into her again, slow and deep. Not punishing.
Claiming.
She makes a noise, broken, desperate, like she’s unraveling beneath me, and I feel it everywhere. In my teeth. In my spine.
In my fucking soul.
“So full,” she breathes, wrecked. “Kane… it hurts… hurts so good…”
My hand slips up her back, down again, fingers digging into the curve of her ass as I lean over her, chest pressed to her slick spine, mouth at her ear.
“Yeah,” I growl, teeth scraping her skin, my voice nothing but heat and threat. “You love that pain, don’t you, Muñequita?”
I push deeper, dragging her tighter onto my cock, my voice going rougher, filthier. “It’s not just your pussy that was madeto take me. Not just your mouth, your throat. This ass, Camille…this tight fucking ass was built for me.”
She cries out, keening, grinding back into me, her nails squealing against the hood, searching for anything to hold onto.
“You’re perfection,” I snarl into her ear, fucking her harder now, deep and brutal and absolute. “A toy crafted for my sin, every fucking inch of you.”
My grip locks around her hips, unforgiving, dragging her back into every ruthless thrust as her body quakes beneath me, slick, desperate, struggling to handle the fullness of what I’m giving her. She’s trembling now, muscles clenching, unraveling with every thrust, every obscene word I spit into her skin, every inch of cock stretching her open like she was created for this.
Her moans shift, raw, guttural, feral. She’s tipping, teetering right on the fucking edge, and I feel it in the way she tightens around me, the way her back bows like a bowstring pulled taut, her fingers clawing uselessly at the hood, searching for something to hold on to.
“Kane… oh god… Kane… Kane…”
It spills from her in broken gasps, breathy, shattered, wild. A chant. A plea. A worship.
My fucking name on loop, like she’s lost herself to it, to me, like I’ve rewired her body to only know one word, mine.
And fuck, I don’t slow down.
