My jaw tenses.
“Keep talking and I’ll find someone else in this castle to fulfill my needs,” I snap, though it lacks its usual luster after I moan when he swirls his fingers around my clit.
He applies more pressure against me, causing me to cry out. Swooping his arm around my waist, he pulls me closer to him, never stopping his tantalizing touches.
“Let’s make something very clear. I am the only person in this castle that gets to see you like this and gets to touch you. If anyone else even attempts to take any piece of what’s mine, I will deliver a bouquet of their hands to you instead of those lovely forget-me-nots. Understand?”
I don’t reply. I want to tell him that no part of me is his, but the words are lost in the mind-boggling sensations he’s making shoot through my body.
Knowing I’m at his mercy right now, he smirks before bringing two fingers to my opening. I hold my breath, desperate to feel him fill and stretch me.
“So needy for me.”
“Are you going to fuck me, Braxton, or just talk to me until I die of boredom?”
He thrusts two fingers into me, and my back bows in response as I cry out. He swallows my surprise with a venomous kiss. When he curls his fingers inside me, I press my lips harder into his to keep myself from releasing any more sounds he would relish in knowing he made me make.
“WhatI’mgoing to do is make you absolutely drench me from how goodImake you feel. You can deny it all you want, but your pussy is about to drip forme. You’re about to soakmyfingers. You’re about to see stars from whatIdo to you. And you’re going to look so fucking perfect while you do it.”
His words are hitting their mark perfectly in winding my orgasm tighter inside of me. I want to scream at him to shut up because I can’t handle the fact that he’s right in the fact that he’s about to absolutely shatter me, but I also want him to never stop.
He expertly works his fingers inside of me, gliding them in and out while somehow knowing exactly what my body needs, and it takes everything in me not to give him the satisfaction of moaning his name.
“Always so stubborn, Wildflower.”
He curls his fingers inside of me again at the same time that he brushes his thumb over my clit, and I’m so close to finishing I can’t help the needy whimper that rushes out of me.
“I’m close,” I admit in a breathy whisper, and as the confession leaves my mouth Braxton rips his fingers out of me.
“Braxton, what the f—”
“Not yet.” He lifts my body from the table and slams my back against a row of bookshelves. I’m encased by his body heat as he presses himself flush against me. “The first time I make you see stars is going to be because I’m buried deep inside of you. You’re going to take every inch of my cock like the good girl you are, and you’re going to show me exactly how badly you want this.”
My mouth drops open to spew whatever hateful words I can grasp at him, but I’m silenced when he notches himself at my entrance and buries himself inside of me in one equally painful and pleasurable thrust. He fills me like he’s impatient for it. Like he’s been waiting centuries to do this, and though I would never say it out loud, I love the desperation that pours out of him with this one action.
My head drops back, and I cry out has his size stretches me. This feels too good. He feels too good, and from how tightly wound I already am from his fingers, I know I’m not going to last long with him inside me.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, and his head drops to my shoulder as he stills.
“Braxton,” I whine.
I need friction. Feeling him seated inside of me without moving is an entirely new form of torture I simply can’t endure. I grind my hips to try to get some kind of relief for what I’m craving, but he grabs my hip and stills me.
“I need… just… wait.” His breathing is labored, and there is a twisted sense of satisfaction that fills me.
“Don’t tell me you’re already close...” Even though I’m in an incredibly precarious situation, I can’t help my ridiculing words from escaping. “I didn’t take you as someone who couldn’t last in bed—”
A harsh snap of his hips silences me, followed by another and another. Each forceful push brings him deeper inside of me, until I’ve taken him to the hilt and he’s hitting a spot that makes me feel dizzy.
“I’d be careful, Azalea. I find the thought of bringing you to the precipice of release only to keep you teetering on the edge of your orgasm particularly enjoyable. Don’t ever fucking forget that you’re at my mercy.”
His threatening words fade as his punishing strokes wind me tighter and tighter. I feel the desire pooling in my center getting ready to explode, and it’s at that moment he decides to prove his point by pulling out of me completely.
My head snaps down, and I glare at him. I raise my hand over my head, ready to strike him across the face, but he catches my wrist and pins it above my head before impaling me on him again. I sigh as pleasure takes hold of my body.
“Are you willing to tell me what you want now?” He grabs my other wrist and pins it above my head as well.
I bite my lip hard enough for the taste of copper to fill my mouth, but it’s worth it to keep myself from responding to his taunt.
