KENDRICK POV
There was something primal about seeing her like that—on her knees, glistening, wrecked in the best possible way, by me, above me.
Keegan’s release painted her chest like a masterpiece of possession. Her lips were still parted, trembling slightly, breath ragged.
And yet she looked up at me like she could take more. Like she needed to.
My blood surged, my body pulsed, and my control was gone .
I stood up, raising in front of her, catching her chin between my fingers, tilting her face toward me. There was sweat beading at her temples, and her cheeks were flushed from the overwhelming pleasure we’d just given her—but it was her eyes that made something twist deep inside me.
Blown wide. Dazed. And waiting.
“I love making you fall apart,” I whispered, brushing my thumb over
