Page 155 of Forbidden Forget-Me-Not

I tore her blouse open, buttons pinging off the walls like miniature casualties. There was no softness in my touch as her bra was next to fall prey. She met me without hesitation.

Kaylani’s arms wrapped around my neck, gripping me like a lifeline, as if letting go would make me disappear.

“Mine isn’t a word. It’s a promise,” I growled. “What’s in your heart is mine. The fantasies you whisper into the dark are mine.”

I grabbed the front of her jeans, yanking the button and zipper open in one brutal motion. My hand slipped into her panties, and my body shuddered. She wiggled as I pressed into her, soaking pussy.

“What’s between your legs…is mine,” I whispered in her ear.

“Goran…please.”

“Please, what?”

My finger fucked her faster, sliding in and out until she was moaning and bucking against my hand.

“Say it. Please, what?”

Her eyes locked on mine, mirroring the same wild intensity burning in my veins.

“Don’t stop…God…please don’t stop. I need you,” she gasped.

My body crowded hers as I forced her legs open with my thigh.

“God, you’re beautiful when you let go like this.”

Her cheeks flushed, eyes full of desire. I would do anything to keep her exactly like this forever.

“Come for me. I want to watch you fall apart.”

“Goran,” she moaned, trembling harder.

Her hands moved to my shoulders, and her nails dug in as she whimpered. My cock ached to bury itself in her. To claim her.

“That’s it. Let go,” I ordered, my chest rumbling with each word as her core clenched around my finger. Her head fell back. “Yes…just like that.”

“Goran,” she screamed, her release shuddering through her.

I didn’t look away for a second, memorizing the ecstasy on her face.

Pulling my finger from inside her, I brought it to my mouth, savoring the taste. She looked so fucking adorable as she watched and bit her lip.

“You’re not a piece to be traded,” I murmured against her jaw, my teeth grazing her skin. “You are not some pawn on a board.”

Her chest rose and fell as she panted.

“But I’m not yours to cage either,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips.

A dangerous smile pulled at mine.

“Good. Because I don’t want to cage you, I want you to be free.”

I lifted her onto the edge of the counter and removed the rest of her clothes. She sat there in her torn blouse, bare skin glowing under the lights, legs parting slowly, inviting me to take her.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I pressed my thumb to her clit. Moving it in small circles, I watched her writhe.

Kaylani deserved to be adored. To be worshiped. To be brought to the edge again and again until her legs threatened to give out.

Dropping to my knees, I stared at her pussy, my mouth watering, and my cock straining against my jeans.