I blinked. "What?"
"You heard me," his voice dropped low, rough, dark and demanding. "Get up there. Ride my mouth."
"I—Kael, I'll crush you."
He blinked once, slow. "And?"
Then that devilish smirk curled on his lips. "That's an insult to me."
"I'm serious," I mumbled, cheeks heating even more.
"And you're overestimating your own weight." His tone dropped an octave. "You're light to me. Let me feel all of you, firefly."
I was still stammering something when he grabbed me and flopped onto the bed, pulling me with him.
His hands gripped my waist with a vice-like hunger, dragging me up, guiding me over his face like I was his personal vice.
My thighs trembled as I hesitated above him, heart hammering, soaked and painfully aware of how exposed I was. "Wait—if we're doing this, I'm turning around," I said quickly, breathlessly.
Kael raised a brow. "No need—"
I didn't let him finish.
