"I deserve it," I whispered, the words foreign on my tongue, uncomfortable and strange.
"Louder." He pressed harder, and I cried out, my back arching off the chaise. "Say it like you mean it."
"I deserve this!" I screamed, something breaking open inside me as the words tore free. "I deserve pleasure. I deserve to come. I deserve to be loved!"
"Good girl." The praise washed over me like warm honey, his voice thick with approval and pride. He pushed two fingers back inside me, pumping hard and fast, his thumb working my clit with relentless precision. "Now tell me what you feel."
"Pleasure," I wailed, my body arching off the chaise. "So much pleasure, it's building — I'm so close — Leo, please, I need—" He pulled away again, and I screamed in frustration,more tears joining their sisters down my face.
"Please!" I sobbed, my body convulsing with desperate need. "Please, I can't — I can't take anymore?—"
"One more time," he said, his voice strained with his own barely-leashed desire. The tendons in his neck stood out with the effort of holding back, and sweat glistened on his brow. He wanted this as badly as I did, I could see it in every tense line of his body, could feel his cock hard and throbbing against my thigh. "Tell me everything. Give me all your words."
"One more time," he said, his voice strained with his own need. "Tell me everything. Give me all your words."
"You always deserve it," he said fiercely, his fingers pumping back into me, curling against that spot that made my vision white out. "Say it. Say you deserve to be loved."
"I—" I choked on the words, my body trembling, my walls clenching around his fingers.
"Say it, Ava." His thumb pressed against my clit, circling with devastating precision, and I screamed. "Say you deserve this. Say you deserve us. Say you deserve me."
"I deserve to be loved!" I sobbed, the words tearing out of me like a confession. "I deserve this. I deserve you. I deserve to be happy?—"
"Again," he demanded, his fingers pumping faster, harder, driving me toward that edge again. "Say it again. I need to hear it."
"I deserve to be loved," I cried, tears streaming down my face. "I deserve you. I deserve happiness. I deserve — oh god, Leo, please—" He pulled his fingers away, and I screamed at the loss, my body convulsing with denied pleasure. "No!" I sobbed, thrashing beneath him. "Please, I was so close…Leo, please?—"
"Tell me what you need," he commanded, his blue eyes blazing down at me. "Use your words. Be specific."
"I need you inside me," I begged, my voice raw and broken. "I need your cock, Leo. I need you to fill me up, to stretch me, to make me yours. Please, I can't take anymore, I need you…"
"What else?" His hand traced down my stomach, hovering just above where I was aching, throbbing, desperate for his touch. "Tell me everything."
"I need to feel you," I sobbed. "I need to feel every inch of you pushing inside me. I need your knot — god, I need your knot — I need you to lock us together and fill me up and never let me go?—"
"Good girl," he breathed, positioning himself between my thighs. "That's what I needed to hear." He notched the thick head of his cock at my entrance, and I felt myself clench around nothing, desperate to pull him inside. He was so close and I could feel the heat of him, the thickness of him pressing against my swollen, slick-drenched folds.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I forced my tear-blurred eyes open, meeting his intense blue gaze. His pupils were blown wide with desire, his golden hair falling across his forehead, damp with sweat. He was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. "I want to watch your face while I make you mine. I want to see every expression, hear every sound. Keep your eyes on me."
He pushed inside me, and the stretch was exquisite agony. He went slow, devastatingly slow, letting me feel every inch as he sank into my welcoming heat. I was so wet, so ready, that he glided in easily, but I still felt the burn of the stretch, the delicious fullness as he filled me up. My walls clenched around him greedily, trying to pull him deeper, and I heard him groan at the sensation.
"Tell me," he gasped, his arms trembling where they braced on either side of my head. "Tell me how it feels."
"So full," I sobbed, my back arching off the chaise, my nails raking down his arms. "You fill me up so perfectly, Leo. I can feelevery inch of you. You're so thick — so hard — you're stretching me so wide—" He bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against mine, and we both froze, breathing hard. I could feel him so deep inside me, pressing against my cervix, filling places I didn't even know existed. The pressure was overwhelming, right on the edge of too much.
"More words," he demanded, his voice strained and wrecked, barely holding onto his control. His arms trembled where they braced on either side of my head, every muscle in his body taut as a bowstring. "Tell me what you feel."
"I feel you everywhere," I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. "Inside me, around me, through the bond. I feel your heartbeat against mine. I feel your need, god, Leo, I can feel how much you need this, how much you need me?—"
"I do," he groaned, pulling back slowly, letting me feel the drag of his cock against my sensitive walls, making me whimper at the exquisite friction. His blue eyes never left mine, burning with an intensity that seared straight to my soul. "I need you so much it hurts. I need your words, your body, your heart. I need all of you, Ava."
He thrust back in, and I gulped for breath.
"Tell me," he gasped, beginning to move with slow, deep strokes that rocked my entire body. Each thrust was deliberate, powerful, that made stars explode behind my eyes. His golden hair fell across his forehead, his blue eyes blazing down at me with desperate love. "Tell me what this does to you."
"Feels so good," I moaned, my head thrown back, my body arching to meet each thrust. "So so good. Every time you thrust into me, it's like fire through my veins.”
"Not yet," he growled, slowing his pace, keeping me hovering on that maddening edge. A muscle jumped in his jaw with theeffort of restraint, and sweat dripped down his temple. "I want more words first. Tell me what you love about this."
