Chapter 111

Briar’s POV

The shirt slid away under his hands, fabric dragging slow over my arms before he tossed it aside.

His mouth traced a path lower, heat sinking into my skin as he pressed wet kisses between my breasts, down into the valley of cleavage until I was arching toward him, begging without words.

I reached for him, desperate to feel muscle and heat, but he caught my wrist mid-motion and pinned it above my head against the pillow. My breath stuttered, body straining.

"Kyl—please," I gasped, hips rising, shameless.

He only smirked against my skin and latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue circling until I cried out. My back bowed, every nerve sparking.

"Please what?" he asked, voice rough, before catching the other nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.

My answer was a whimper that broke into his name. "Please, Kylan."

He ignored the plea, lips trailing lower, each kiss