Hard.
My breath chokes off. My back arches. The burn blossoms across my throat, and when his tongue follows, soothing and slow, I swear the entire world narrows to just this—to him.
The next sound he makes isn’t a word.
It’s a growl.
A deep, guttural, starving sound that echoes through my bones as he finally slides his fingers down?—
And stops. Again.
Hovering.
“I told you, you don’t get to cum,” he whispers, voice molten. “And I meant it.”
I gasp. Squirm. Try to shift forward.
He laughs.
Then he leans down and whispers the filthiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life, right against the most sensitive part of me—hot breath, no touch—and my whole body clenches in betrayal.
“Feel that?” he croons. “That’s what you don’t get. Not yet. Not until I say. Not until you’re ruined.”
I don’t breathe.
I can’t.
Not with his mouth so close, his breath scorching the place he refuses to touch. Not with the way his words drip like poison into my bloodstream, thick and slow and irreversible.
He pulls back by a centimetre.
A single breath of space—and it hurts.
“No,” I gasp, the word slipping out before I can stop it, throat tight, body tighter.
“No?” His voice is velvet over a blade. “Did you just tell me no, little fairy?”
I hate how the nickname wrecks me.
I hate how wet I am.
I hate that he hasn’t even touched me properly and my legs are shaking like he’s already wrung me out.
He presses two fingers against the side of my thigh. Just that. Just pressure. Not where I need it. Not even close. But it’s him. It’s his. And I’m falling apart for scraps.
“You’re trembling,” he murmurs, like he’s amused. “What a sight. My little Tink. So stubborn. So starved.”
He dips his head again and lets his lips ghost over my skin, dragging heat through every nerve as he trails a line from my belly to the hem of my underwear. But he doesn’t touch where he should. He kisses around it. Beside it. Near it. Never there.
It’s torture.
It’s evil.
It’s him.
“I could make you scream,” he whispers, tongue flicking against my inner thigh, slow and obscene. “I could make you cum so hard you forget your name. But where’s the fun in that?”
I whimper.
