"Look at me," he demanded.
She forced her eyes open, looking down to find him watching her, his eyes black with desire. The sight of him between her thighs, mouth wet with her, staring at her with that possessive intensity, sent heat flooding through her.
"I want to watch you," he said, his breath hot against her oversensitive flesh. "I want to see your face when you come undone. So keep your eyes on me."
His tongue returned, and she had to struggle to keep her eyes open as he worked her with deliberate precision. He knew exactly what she liked, exactly where to focus his attention, and he used that knowledge mercilessly. But every time she got close, every time her breathing hitched and her thighs started to tremble, he would pull back.
"Eliam, please—"
He hummed against her, the vibration making her gasp, but didn't increase his pace. Just kept that same slow, deliberate rhythm that kept her hovering without letting her fall.
His fingers joined his mouth, sliding inside her with agonizing slowness. One, then two, curling to find that spot inside that made her moan. But still he kept that steady, controlled pace, never quite giving her enough to push her over.
She was shaking now, her hands twisted so tight in the sheets her knuckles had gone white. The pleasure was building and building with nowhere to go, and she could feel herself getting desperate, needy in a way that would have embarrassed her if she could think past the sensation.
He knew it, could feel it through the warmth.
"Beg me," he said against her, his voice dark and commanding.
"Please," she gasped. "Please, I need—"
"You need what?" His fingers stilled inside her. “Be specific, little thief,”
"I need you to let me come," she managed, her voice breaking. "Please, Eliam, I need—"
He sealed his lips around her clit and sucked, hard, at the same time his fingers found that perfect angle inside her, and she shattered with a cry that bordered on a scream. The orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through her with an intensity that made her whole body convulse.
He didn't let up. His mouth stayed on her, his fingers kept moving, drawing out her pleasure until she was gasping and trying to pull away from the oversensitivity.
But his hands on her thighs held her in place, and he started building her up again before the first orgasm had even fully faded.
"Too much," she managed, her hands finding his hair, trying to pull him away. "Ican't—"
"You can." His fingers curled inside her again, finding that spot with unerring accuracy. "And you will."
The second orgasm built faster, her body already primed, every nerve oversensitive. But this time he didn't ease her into it. His free hand pressed down on her lower stomach, adding pressure that made everything more intense, while his mouth worked her with focused purpose.
When she came the second time, it was harder, more desperate, her whole body going rigid as pleasure crashed through her. She heard herself making sounds she'd never made before, desperate and broken and utterly his.
He pulled back slightly, giving her a moment to breathe, but his fingers remained inside her, moving in slow, lazy circles that kept her on edge despite the oversensitivity.
"One more," he said, and there was dark satisfaction in his voice.
"I can't—" But even as she said it, she could feel her body responding to him, the need building again despite her protests.
He shifted his position, kneeling between her legs, and used his free hand to hook one of her legs over his shoulder. The new angle let his fingers go deeper, and when he added a third, stretching her, she gasped at the sensation.
His thumb found her clit again, circling with firm pressure while his fingers worked inside her, and his mouth dropped to her inner thigh, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.
The combination of pain and pleasure, of being stretched and filled while he marked her skin with his teeth, pushed her toward the edge faster than she thought possible. But this time, instead of the sharp peak of before, the orgasm built slowly, a rolling wave that seemed to go on and on, leaving her shaking and gasping and completely undone.
When it finally faded, she was boneless, her whole body trembling with aftershocks. Eliam withdrew his fingers carefully and moved up to gather her against his chest, his hand stroking through her hair.
"Three," he murmured against her temple. "Better. But I'm not finished with you yet."
Not finished? What more could he possibly—
Before she could speak he was already shifting, rolling onto his back and pulling her on top of him in one smooth motion. His hands settled on her hips, positioning her so she straddled him.
