He obliged her, rewarded with a sob of relief. Paying more attention to her clit, he watched her with open obsession as she took everything he gave her. Her breath came faster, shallower,and her brows knitted together. Each moan became less breathy, more guttural.
“Are you about to come for me, Ophelia?”
“Yes.” She whimpered. “Please don’t stop. Please, please.”
“I’m not going to stop,” he soothed, pressing a kiss to her sweat-dampened brow. “But I want you to keep begging. I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sound in this world.”
“Please,” she said obediently. “Please, please,plea?—”
She came apart hard on a sound that was almost pained, torn deep from her chest. Her eyes rolled back, and her shoulders tensed as she shuddered. He was fascinated by the feeling of her vagina clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
Did she come this hard for Logan?
He grinned down at her.
No. Not a fucking chance. But just in case…
Before the spasms had stopped, he planted his hands on her waist and hauled her off the ground. She squeaked a protest, flailing as he lifted her until her thighs could rest on his shoulders.
“What are you—oh!”
Her back pressed into the wall again as he held her cunt to his mouth, cupping her ass to keep her balanced. One of her hands flailed in the dark, slamming loudly against a dirty drainpipe. She clung to it as his tongue delved into her labia on a long, wandering stroke.
He grinned against her, knowing she was oblivious to what she’d done. Maybe she’d be horrified later, but for now, he luxuriated in the knowledge he’d made her forget her phobias for a moment.
Her free hand sank into his hair, tugging at the roots as she rocked against him, trying to find her own rhythm. He nipped gently at one of her lips, enjoying the way she gasped and stiffened.
“Stay still,” he said harshly before diving back into her.
Her whole body trembled, but she obeyed him.
Oh, he liked her obedience. It wasn’t like controlling the other androids in his performances for the creators. No, Ophelia had free will. She could disobey him easily, but she chose to bend her will to his. It was a real mastery, a real submission. He couldn’t get intoxicated, but he imagined this was what it must feel like—addictive and heady.
He let the full length of his tongue unfurl, enjoying the astonished sound she made as it plunged deeper and deeper. She cracked her head back against the brick when the tip of his tongue traced over her cervix.
“What thefuck,” she cried, fisting her hands in his hair.
He laughed with his tongue still buried in her, and he began to fuck her with it. His thoughts grew hazy as his awareness narrowed to the taste of her. One word cut through all his other processes:mine.
She’s mine.Mine. No one else can have her.
If humanity was right about destiny, there was no doubt she was his. He’d been made for this, forher. She didn’t know it yet, but this was the end of the road for her. No one else would know this taste. No one else would ever know the frantic, intimate press of her thighs against their ears as she whimpered for mercy.
He slid his tongue free of the hot clench of her cunt, sliding it all along her sex and swirling it over her little clit.
She babbled incoherently—sentence fragments that ended in whining and panting, punctuated by the tug of her fingers in his hair. He retracted his tongue back into his throat, flattening the tip against her clit as he looked up at her, meeting her wild eyes. When his tongue began to vibrate, she started praying.
Yes, he thought as she came apart against his mouth.I am your God now.
CHAPTER 22
Ophelia didn’t rememberthe journey home. She wasn’t even surehowshe’d walked home, given how violently her legs had trembled after Sam wrung a second orgasm from her. He kept his hand at the small of her back all the way to her apartment door. When she stepped aside and stood there in shock, he knelt and unzipped her boots.
She was little more than an obedient doll as he stripped off her shoes and coat and urged her toward the bathroom. He left her standing on the tile as he ducked his head into the shower, turning it on and adjusting the temperature. She stared at herself in the mirror, unable to recognize the woman who stared back.
This stranger in the mirror had found out her fiancé was cheating on her and retaliated by hooking up with a sex bot in a dirty alleyway in the middle of the night.
She looked down at her hands, scratched and dirty from clutching at the brick wall for purchase as he’d brought her to heights of pleasure she had never known existed.
