She arches up, her lips ghosting over mine. I hold myself still, my mouth hovering hers, finger sliding down to rest against her entrance.
“Tell me. Tell me you need this.” I push into her, just so the very tip of my finger enters.
“Julien, I…” Those panted words are so delicious; I lean closer to taste them, tongue sweeping into her mouth, collecting more murmured moans, but my finger never moves.
“Say it.” My command rumbles against her lips.
“I—I need it. Please. Julien.Please—”
I’m kissing her, dominating her, consuming her breaths as I slowly slip my finger inside. She stills as she feels me, her back arching higher until her breasts push against my chest.
I’ve never felt her like this before, one finger,barelyto the first knuckle, and I’m so close to coming it should be embarrassing.
But I’m not embarrassed.
I’m starving.
Ravenous for more. More of this. Her.
“Barely inside you, and you feel like all my most sinful desires.”
I kiss her again. She tries to cooperate, but she can’t catch her breath, can’t dampen down her body’s reaction to my tedious invasion as my finger enters her fully.
“But you can take more, can’t you? Need more.”
When she feels the tip of my second finger at her entrance, she gasps and tries to squirm away. I tighten my grip on her wrists, my lips still against hers.
“No. This is what you need.” The second tip enters so easily.
Heavens above.
She’s even wetter—sohot.
“Good little empath,” I murmur in a soft growl against her lips. “You’re behaving so well for me.”
I ease it in, deeper, and she gasps.
I swallow that sound until both my fingers are seated fully inside her soaking heat. Then I press my forehead against hers, feel her walls pulse around me.
I groan.
Putain de merde…
I could come this very moment. From just this, just the feel of this.
I take a deep breath, hold it in—try to count, but I don’t make it past one.
When I don’t move, too lost in desperately trying not to come, her hips raise.
“Sois patiente,”I whisper,chuckling at her impatience, but it’s strained. “Let me have this moment. Let me feel you.” My mouth coasts over hers, our ragged breaths in tandem. “You may think this is hard for you.” I tense my fingers, curl them slightly, and she immediately moans, sinking back into the mattress. “But it’s harder for me.”
“This… this is torture,” she whispers, whines, and I feel her trying to lift her wrists again, but it’s futile.
“Détends toi,”I murmur over her lips as my thumb lands on her clit. She shudders. “So sensitive.”
She’s so wet that my thumb easily glides over it, up and down.
“Does torture always make you so wet, mon âme?” I finally move my fingers again, pulling them out, all the way to the tips. “How long have you tortured us, hmm?” I slowly dip them back in. “Even without intention, you have made us mindless, driven us feral.” Another caress over her clit. “You deserve this, do you not?”
