My fingers slide in and out so easily, but I take my time, studying her body whenever they enter fully.
“Say it.” My command is soft, murmured against her cheek as I kiss her.
Which is how I feel the shake of her head.
I huff out a laugh. Even now, with my fingers inside her, my thumb against her pulsing clit, soaking wet, teetering on the edge for so long—she refuses me.
“Little empath, that was a grave mistake.”I trail my lips along her jaw, before nipping it with my teeth. “You were so close. Si proche,” I whisper, moving my fingers at a tediously painful pace.
Deep, then shallow, thumb pressed against her clit. When I feel her trembling—I hold.
She whimpers and the sound… it’s delectable. A soft cry of realisation, of her accepting and losing what I could have given. Her body is so tense, filled with little trembles, building with pressure—pressure that won’t be released.
Not by me alone.
“Now, you’ll have to convince the two of us,” I murmur, gently nipping her lobe.
She stills, head turning to seek me out. Her cheeks are so flushed; I hadn’t even chance to remove her clothing, so desperate to simply feel her.
Luckily, I’m no longer alone.
When Sai enters the room, his markings illuminate the darkness and cast Jasmine’s shaking form in a soft blue light.
“No,” she growls, “no fucking—”
I push my fingers deeper and she chokes on her words.
“Easy.” I brush her clit with my thumb, run my teeth along her throat, anything to drag her back under. “Doucement... sois sage.”
“Don’t be like that, Red,” Sai rasps, staring at her flush face, at the fiery glare she’s delivering his way. While my fingers keep moving steadily inside her, his gaze drops to the sight.
“He hasn’t let you come, has he?” Sai’s voice is a quiet murmur yet thick with arousal.
She doesn’t answer, willingly that is, because I drag another soft whimper from her lips when I go deeper.
“Poor baby,” he whispers, removing his chest plate with quick precision, glancing at me. “Did she not deserve it?”
I lift my face to smile at him. “Not yet.”
Sai tuts, staring down at her on the bed as she glares up at him. But I don’t stop.
I can feel her trying to fight it, trying to be defiant, to deny the pleasure I’m delivering her.
Alas, it only makes me work harder.
When I place a third finger against her entrance, she thrashes, shaking her head, but watching her struggle makes everything intensify.
“We both know you can take it, Red.” Sai’s voice is a deep husk of need as he edges onto the bottom of the bed, watching everything.
I notch the third finger in.
“Fuck,” Sai groans, eyes transfixed. “That’s it. Such a good girl.”
Sai’s hand reaches her foot, slowly pushing it up until her knee bends. He slides it to the side, parting her legs further, allowing us both more access to her.
I push the third finger all the way in.
His markings pulse, his gaze wild as they darken into a deep violet.
