Page 193 of Primal

“Guess it recognized the one sucker who’d spoil it rotten.”

Kade groans. “You gonna keep talking or ride me?”

“Depends.” My tongue flicks over his tip. “Do I still get the whole closet?”

“Take the closet. Take the house.”

I lick a stripe up his length. Press a kiss to the scar on his hipbone. “And?”

“I’ll cook dinner.”

I straddle him with a grin. “You don’t cook.”

“I’d learn. For this? I’d fucking master chef for you.”

I sink down onto him in one torturous, wet glide.

“Fuck, Payton.” His abs tense under my palms. “You take my cock so damn good.”

His fingers dig into my hips, but I set the pace—slow, brutal, slow again.

“Still think you’re in charge?”

His hands slide up to my breasts, thumbs circling my areolas. “Only when it counts, little fox.”

He pinches my nipples. I clench around him.

“Yeah,” he snarls. “Right there. Squeeze me just like that.”

I roll my hips. Grind down to the base. He arches beneath me, teeth bared like he’s on the edge of prayer or profanity.

My head tips back. Full. So full. And still wanting.

His hands are everywhere.

My lips brush his ear. “Come inside me. I want to feel you for days.”

I slam down harder, chasing the edge.

He yanks me into a vicious kiss—all teeth and tongue.

I break away, gasping. “Kade, I’m gonna—”

Punch. Crack. A sob in my throat. My whole body locks around him.

He hauls me into another kiss—deep and dizzy and too much to hold—

One sharp thrust and he follows me over the edge with a guttural groan, fucking me through it.

Every hot pulse a vow.

This. Us. For fucking keeps.

I stay on top of him. Folded into him. Feeling every throb.

He holds me. Rubs my back. Murmurs sweet, soft nothings.

The door creaks open.