The Other Brother (Snow and Ash Book 3) by Heather Knight Page B

you but me.”
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    I wake up, a scream on my lips, but Kent is there. He brushes his lips over mine and silences me. He is big and he is warm and I need him.
    He strokes my still-damp hair before he runs a hand down the side of my body and over my stomach. His touch is so gentle, so assuring, and I relax into him.
    No one will ever touch you but me. At first the memory warms me, but then I remember that the intruder was in our home, right in our bedroom, and I stiffen. There’s no way he can keep me safe. Not really.
    Kent continues stroking my body, coaxing kisses from me, and soon I feel the familiar heat. I press into the hard length of his cock and rub myself against him.
    “Yeah,” he whispers, working his lips down to my breast. His tongue circles my nipple, bringing it erect and hard. He massages the tip with his tongue, and I gasp at the tingly surges that shoot down into my belly. I arch up to meet him. He rolls the other peak between his thumb and finger as he gives the first one a gentle suck. I can’t help moaning at the feel of it.
    “Are you okay?” he whispers, cupping my face in his hands.
    His eyes are filled with a mixture of lust and kindness, and a rush of tenderness comes over me. I trace over the burn scars and cup his cheek. His eyelids flutter shut, and he leans his face into my hand.
    His breathing quickens, and he rolls his hips against me.
    Kent’s heavy into BDSM. I kick the memory of Nico’s words aside and run my hands up his chest and pull him down to kiss me. I’m wet. So wet. I crave that feeling of fullness only he can give me.
    He slides a hand down between my legs. I catch my breath as he traces my juices up and over my clit and begins to tease me with gentle motions. My breasts feel so full and heavy, and I want to slide the tips against the crisp hairs on his chest. He pushes his finger into me.
    You keep quiet, you cooperate, and all I’ll do is take a leg.
    I suck in a breath and jerk.
    “Bianca?”
    I clap a hand over my mouth. “I can’t. I can’t. I—I’m sorry. I can’t.”
    I cover my face with both hands, humiliated and paralyzed by my reaction. But it’s true. I can’t.
    Kent eases on top of me and raises up on his elbows. “Look at me right now.”
    I suck in a breath and open to him.
    “I’m not letting that man take my wife away from me. Do you understand?”
    He doesn’t get it. I shake my head and look away. If he sticks himself inside me, I think I might scream.
    He grabs my hair and pulls my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “That man is not going to win. I won’t let him. And I won’t let you lose all the ground you gained. You’re going to come tonight.”
    I gulp in breaths of air. “You just don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like.”
    “No, I don’t,” he agrees. “But you can’t stop now. I won’t let you go back to fear. You have two options, babe. Relax and let me fuck you. If you can’t do that, you have to let me make you come another way. You choose.”
    The muscles inside me clench at his commanding tone, but the thought of him inside me makes me sick. I squeeze my eyes shut. “I think if you try to…” I swallow. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do it.”
    I open my eyes, expecting anger, but he strokes my hair and kisses both cheeks, then places a soft butterfly kiss across my lips. “Thank you for being honest.”
    He slides down and rests his head between my breasts, and I’m grateful, damn grateful that he’s not going to push me. I’m no bargain. I know I’m not, and the fact that he’s been so patient with me makes me feel incredibly guilty.
    He nuzzles my breast, gently caresses and massages them both. His touch is soft, reverent, and I let him. When he tongues the tips, nips them lightly, and gently pulls and sucks, I am not afraid. He stays there, licking, sucking, and drawing on my nipples until they stand like rigid peaks. All the while he cups my breasts and sweeps his