KATHERINE POV
Kendrick blew my f.ucking mind.
I’d never been edged like that from his brothers. Hell, I didn’t even know it was possible to lose touch with reality and still be painfully aware of every inch of your own body at the same time.
He had used me like his personal dessert—slow, deliberate, teasing—until my entire body was trembling, thrumming with so much need it hurt.
And the worst—or maybe best—part? I’d loved every. Damn. Second.
I should’ve hated how smug he looked when he finally pulled back and admired the mess he’d made of me. Cake crumbs, streaks of chocolate, smudged whipped cream along my collarbone… and his bite mark just under my breast.
“Can you feel that fruity flavor?” he murmured, pressing a finger to my lips.
I opened, obedient and ravenous, sucking his fi
