Brielle
O
h Goddess, Kane was going to kill me. My body was burning up under his touch, and he had barely begun to tease me. It was pathetic how badly I wanted him, but I didn’t care. Didn’t think about how many women he’d used his wicked words and tongue on before me, or what the implications were of giving in, saying those words he wanted.
I shouldn’t, oh, I knew I shouldn’t. But he asked.
He asked.
What did I want? I wanted him. Every hot, hard plane of his perfect body, crushing into mine, claiming, taking, wild… I wanted it. More than I wanted my next breath, I wanted his lips on mine, his d**k grinding into me like he owned me. Because if I were being honest, really honest, I knew I couldn’t stop this thing growing between us.
I hated it, because I had already seen the future.
