Chapter 64

Briar’s POV

Damn.

Kai looked at that pussy like it held the answers to every question he’d ever asked.

I let my legs fall wider, the room soaked in heat, in breath, in hunger barely leashed. The lace clung to my folds, darkened and damp, a sinful little barrier teasing both him and me. I reached down with one hand—slow, deliberate—and gathered the ends of the lingerie. Just enough to let the fabric slide gently between my slick lips, nestling against my clit.

The pressure made me moan. Loud and low, hips twitching, body betraying everything I swore I was going to resist.

And I stared at him while I did it.

Kai’s hand was already wrapped around his cock, stroking slow, like he was afraid to go too fast and miss something. His eyes didn’t leave mine—not for a breath, not for a blink. The tip of his cock was flushed dark, leaking pre-cum that dripped languidly along the shaft. I licked my lips and let him see it—how badly I wanted to taste him