Chapter 88 Yours
- My wrists strained at the bit of Velcro and buckles, wanting so badly to touch him.
- I was finding it incredibly hard to track all he was saying. “Wh-what do y-you want, Kane?”
- “You. No resistance, no distance. You. Bare, vulnerable.” He caught my breast and squeezed its shape in a sensual motion as he finished. “Mine.”