Kane’s POV
I knew she was close, I could feel the tremble of her thighs as they gripped either side of my head, hear the whispered words as she reached for the finish.
I pushed her to the precipice before backing off, denying her what she wanted . . . like I said . . . pleasure can be the worst form of punishment if you do it right.
Her whimper of defeat is like a goddamn drug, I want to hear that over and over again. Sliding down on my stomach, my knees hit the floor as I pick up one of her feet, pressing a kiss to the inside of her ankle, tracing the skin with my tongue.
Brandy’s gasp is soft, her toes curling as her muscles tighten in my grasp.
‘Kane’ she whispers, my name a plea on her lips, dragging my attention up her perfect body, finding her fingers digging into the covers ei
