“You want more?” I tease the words against her.
She bites her lip and nods.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please,” she rasps, her voice still rough from sleep.
I slide a hand between her thighs, pleasure zipping down my spine as my fingers slip through her arousal.
Fuck.
Staring down the temptation of a relapse, my intentions unravel.
“Where has he touched you?” I grit out.
“He hasn’t.”
I don’t believe a fucking word she says, but I wouldn’t accept any other answer right now.
Kneeling in front of the mattress, I hook my hands beneath her legs and spread her thighs. The sweet scent of her arousal hits me like a drug, and I close my eyes and inhale, chasing the high.
Torn between the need to punish or pleasure her, I drag my tongue up the seam of her pussy and nip at her clit. She bucks against the bed, a strangled sound lodging in her throat.
I unzip my pants and fist my cock as I watch her squirm, so fucking desperate for a release. Liquid heat drips down her thigh as a solitary thought loops through my mind.
I lap up the trail of wetness and circle her clit as I stroke myself with a rough grip. I want to bring her to the edge and abandon her to dissatisfaction. It’s the least of what she deserves. But every sound that passes her lips vibrates through me, fanning the warring flames of my desire and revenge.
My tongue sweeps inside her, velvet heat wrapping around me like a glove. She rolls her hips against my mouth shamelessly, her fingers reaching down to grab the back of my skull.
In response, I pull away and smack her pussy, prompting a sharp gasp from her lips.
“What did I say?”
She peers at me in the dim light, raising her hand back to where I left it. So fucking obedient when she wants to be.
I make her lie there, waiting me out as I palm my cock with lazy strokes. I made a deal with myself about how things would play out after tonight. But that depends on her. And right now, there’s no better test.
A long stretch of silence passes before she takes matters into her own hands and reaches down to touch herself. Again, I smack her hand away, and she glares up at me.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl.
“I want to come.”
“And?” I drawl.
She licks her lips, her eyes drifting to my cock.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
A low, feral groan rumbles from my chest as I shake my head. She has no fucking idea the fuse she just lit.
“Be careful what you wish for,principessa.” I slide my free hand beneath her ass and squeeze the flesh.
She whimpers as I scrape my teeth against her thigh, biting and licking my way back to her pussy. My tongue dips inside her, alternating between fucking her and sucking on her clit.
I draw it out, savoring the visible ache in her body. Her thighs squeeze around my head as she starts pleading incoherently. With every word, she secures her fate.
Pressure builds and her body trembles, hovering dangerously close to her release. My fingers scrape over her ass cheek, leaving a trail of fire as goosebumps erupt in their wake. Ragged breaths spill from her lips as she arches up, her breasts bouncing as she lingers on the edge of the cliff. I leave her there for far too long, letting her drown in agony before I finally shove her off.
