“Fine,” she huffs. “No. I don’t know.”
“You make me wild, Annabelle,” I say, my breath against her core. She shivers in response. “I want you day and night. I dream about sleeping by your side. I cannot stop thinking of you. Of remembering everything that we do together. You have me completely undone. Do you understand?”
She says nothing.
“Do you understand?”
“I have told you not to trust me.”
“Yes. You have. But that is not what I have asked you. I have asked you to tell me you understand how much I want you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
I grip her thighs roughly. I dip down and suck on her clit again. She mewls in response, raising her hips to meet me.
But I break off.
“Believe me. Tell me you understand.”
“No. I refuse. You are going to lose your post, Alfred. I do not like this game.”
Again, I doubt her sincerity. I tongue her generously once more. I plunge two fingers inside of her and she clenches around me, so tight and perfect.
Then I stop, and she cries out.
“You can’t—you mustn’t stop.”
“Admit that you understand how I feel about you then. Admit that you know how much I want you. That I need you, Annabelle.”
“You don’t need me,” she says weakly. “I am ruining your life.”
I move my fingers so they fuck her. But then I stop again. She cries out in rage.
She makes to move off the bed, but I root her there with my arms. And even her attempt to get up is weak. She does not really intend it.
“Admit it. Just tell me that you know.”
I suck her clit then, holding her still. But again I stop short of giving her full release.
Then I am struck by sudden inspiration. Her flesh before me, her core, is lovely and engorged. She is so ready to come almost any touch would do it.
So I don’t touch her. I blow on her clit, and she moans.
She gives a little sob of frustration and can take no more.
“I know it,” she cries. “I know it. I believe you.”
“Good.”
And then I give her everything, and she comes apart on my tongue. She shudders and shudders, and her hand comes up to my hair, pulling and grasping as she rides the wave of her pleasure.
When she is done, I pull away and stand.
I look down, and to my surprise I see her fingers quickly wiping her cheeks.
Terror courses through me.
“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”
