“Not exactly. Just your penis,” I smarted off.
His hand tightened around my throat for just a second.
I sighed. “I’m sorry. You bring out the asshole in me,” I apologized. “I think it’s because you blew my mind earlier. It destroyed the filter between my brain and my mouth.”
He chuckled against my neck, his body relaxing slightly behind me.
“You liked my mouth on you?” he asked, using that same mouth to nip my shoulder.
I shivered again. “Like is such a weak word,” I said, letting my head roll on his shoulder, offering him more of my neck that wasn’t already covered by his hand.
He stilled beneath me, his mouth barely touching my skin.
“Then, what would you call it?” he murmured, sucking lightly at the side of my neck.
I gasped at another scrape of his fangs and my nipples went hard above the hot water.
“Amazing. Addicting,” I babbled. “Oh, my God, I need you to touch me. Fuck me. Something.”
I arched against him as his palm moved against my pussy the barest inch.
“Even if it means I bite you?” he asked.
I was strung taut in his arms, quivering like a bowstring that was about to break.
“Will it kill me?” I gasped, only half joking.
“Only with pleasure,” he said. “It will make you feel more than you’ve ever felt.”
“You’ve already done that,” I said, not thinking about my words or even caring if I was revealing too much.
He groaned, the deep sound vibrating from his chest into my back. “Are you sure you aren’t a witch?” he asked.
“Yes!” I cried out. “Will you please stop torturing me?”
Before I could say or do anything else, Daniel was out of the water, holding me in front of him as though I were nothing but a rag doll. He moved to the counter next to the bathtub and stopped in front of the sink.
And the mirror.
I braced my hands on the counter as he used his body to bend me over it. My eyes met his in the mirror.
His hands looked huge against my throat and pussy where he still gripped me.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he said, bright lights swirling in his irises.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from his as I shook my head.
“The words, Cari,” he demanded, giving my pussy a light slap with his hand.
I gasped, my hips arching back, rubbing against his hard cock. “I want this!” I yelped, unable to decide if the slap hurt or felt good.
His hand remained cupping my throat as he held my head up so that we stared at each other in the mirror. Then, his hand on my pussy moved until his middle and ring finger filled me.
I moaned, leaning into the palm at my throat, and arched into his touch.
“You’re soaked,” he murmured, his eyes losing focus.
“Yes,” I whispered, moving my hips against his hand.
