I came hard within minutes, crying out his name as my thighs shook around his head. But he didn’t stop. He kept going, licking me through the orgasm and straight into another, his strong hands gripping my hips to hold me in place as I writhed against the wall.
By the time he finally pulled back, I was a trembling, sobbing mess, legs weak, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking down my face.
Kayde rose to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, satisfied, but still burning with possession. And he cupped my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
“Next time you defy me,” he said, voice low and dangerous, “I won’t be so gentle.”
Then he lifted me into his arms and carried my limp, satisfied body toward the bedroom.
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AUTHOR'S POV
The apartment felt too q
