The white spike of pleasure as his devious mouth found her clit had her eyes rolling back in her head. A long, drawn-out groan escaped her lips.

“Your pleasure tastes like life.” His hoarse whisper vibrated through her slick folds and up through her spine.

Her pleasure. Selma arched into his mouth, pressing her aching nub closer to the heat of his skilled tongue and lips. She knew from the burn in her body that he was fighting his instincts roaring to mount her rough and deep, yet the sight of her fear when she’d seen him hovering over her, more than ready to penetrate her defenseless pussy, had stopped him.

Once again he was going against everything he was so she wouldn’t suffer.

Kain pulled his hot mouth back from her dripping flesh, only to let his tongue lash at her throbbing clit until she writhed on the edge of orgasm. He pushed two of his thick digits into her rhythmically clenching channel, and she moaned loudly at the sudden pressure.

“Yes, like that,” she gasped into the sheets she’d buried her head and fists in. “Please, yes, don’t—oh—don’t stop!”

As if on cue, he hooked his fingers behind her pelvic bone, pressing them into the spongy area there. Sharp, uncontrollable pleasure so intense it passed the border to pain rocked through her, driven forth by his tongue and that unrelenting pressure against her G-spot.

Her vision sharpened to pinpoints before everything turned white within the hurricane of sensations roaring through her blood, and the flood of her climax peaked.

“Ah! Fuck! Kain, yes!”

Her scream echoed through the room as her pussy convulsed around his invading digits. She ground her clit against his mouth, too far gone to care if he could breathe.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem to care either, his tongue moving rapidly over her pulsing clit again and again until she collapsed on top of his face with a whine, pleasantly spent.

Endorphins clouded her mind, momentarily quelling the still-burning need deep in her pussy. The ring had yet to be satisfied, but the orgasm her lover had provided allowed for a short reprieve.

Along with the endorphins came an overwhelming sense of gratitude toward him—the man who’d brought her nothing but protection and pleasure since the day she met him.

And through the hormonal rush came something else—the clear and unwavering courage to finally put into words exactly what he meant to her.

“I love you.”

Kain stilled underneath her. Only the waft of air over her nether lips as his breath left his lungs let her know that he’d heard her.

“What?” he croaked, sending more pleasurable tingles through her spent flesh. “What did you say?”

His tone suggested his refusal to believe what he’d heard.