His thumb finds my clit, circles it in tight, punishing spirals, and my spine snaps off the mattress.
“Say my name when you cum,” he growls into my ear, voice wrecked, voice ruined. “Scream it. Let the whole fucking building know who owns you.”
I don’t want to.
I want to bite my tongue off before I give him that.
But I’m drowning. My body is twitching and convulsing and breaking. He’s not letting up. He’s fucking me with his fingers like it’s a goddamn threat. Like it’s a promise. Like it’s the last thing I’ll ever feel before I die.
My head tips back.
My thighs clamp around his wrist.
And the orgasm slams into me like a freight train through glass.
“Hook!”
The word tears from me in a scream that tastes like salt and sex and surrender.
He groans.
Darkly.
Wreckedly.
Possessively.
And still doesn’t stop.
Another orgasm builds immediately, just from the aftershocks. Just from the overstimulation. Just from his mouth sucking my clit into the wet, torturous heat of his tongue.
“Please—” I sob, eyes rolling, legs twitching.
But he doesn’t listen.
He owns my pleasure now.
And he’s going to fucking ruin it.
I’m shaking.
Not because I’m cold.
Not because I’m scared.
But because he’s still fucking going.
His mouth is locked to my clit like it’s his last meal. His fingers are still inside me, curling, pressing, stroking a spot so raw it feels like my spine is wired straight to his hand. I’m already oversensitive, already ruined, and the second wave is dragging me under before I can even recover from the first.
“Stop—” I gasp, but I don’t mean it.
God help me, I don’t mean it.
I say no, but my hips lift for him. I say stop, but my thighs are holding his head like a noose. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to destroy me.
He growls, deep in his chest, and the vibration against my clit makes my entire body seize like he’s flipped a switch under my skin. He presses his hook flat to my stomach, holding me down like I’m nothing but a toy he’s winding up.
“I told you to scream my name when you came,” he says without lifting his mouth. “So why the fuck are you still quiet?”
