I screeched, jerking my head up to glare at him. He pulled his tongue out and rose above me again, smirking.
“You come when I want you to, wife. And I.. Want.. You.. To.. Beg.” He punctuated his words by pumping two fingers into me.
Again, the pressure built fast and again, right before I came Rathal stopped, his brow quirking in challenge.
I gritted my teeth and let my head drop, my stomach swooping at the realization that I was in trouble. I was covered in sweat, shaking, and dying to come. It was torture.
I was loving this.
No way in hell was I going to beg and end it too soon.
Rathal chuckled darkly. “I can tell what you're thinking, my love, and I don’t think you’ve thought it through.”
I looked back at him and showed him my fangs. “Eat me.”
His laughter was that of a villain about to win and conquer the world.
My ears were ringing.
Or maybe they were roaring.
Or my heart was roaring.
I think I might die soon, but what a hell of a way to go.
Rathal licked a path up my stomach, lapping up my sweat and groaned low in his throat.
“You are torturing both of us, Callie. Give in to me. Let me give us both relief.”
He’d been edging me for what felt like hours and I hadn’t given in. I was wound so tightly that it felt as if one puff of wind would shatter me into a thousand pieces.
I looked at him, saw that he was also drenched in sweat and his pupils had long since blown out and grown wild on me. Gone was the patient professor here to teach a lesson and in his place was a male stripped of his civility and left despairing.
Mission.
Accomplished.
My skin was so sensitive that the soft cushion beneath me was too much contact and yet I was wretchedly desperate for Rathalto keep touching me. I had never been so anguished, so raw and needy, so fucking empty before in my entire life.
“Please…” I whispered hoarsely, my voice all but gone.
I didn’t think he heard me for a moment, but then he stilled, his body slowly rising to loom over me.
“What did you say?” he asked slowly, his breathing no longer steady but ragged.
I licked my dry lips. “Please, Rathal. Please.”
It was all I could manage to say.
It was all I needed to say.
Rathal groaned so low and long that it was almost a whine and fisted his cock. He rubbed it through the slick mess he’d made of me before surging forward and burying himself as far as he could go in one hard thrust that had my eyes widening and my mouth falling open on a silent scream.
Rathal snarled and whatever willpower had been holding him to his determination to make me ask for it shattered.
He rutted.
My legs were thrust up towards my ears and Rathal’s weight pressed me down while he tried his best to fuck me through the floor.
