“Good. Then be a good girl and relax for me.” I nudge her panties aside and circle her clit slowly, watching every reaction like data I intend to memorize.
“You respond beautifully,” I murmur. “So honest. So open.” Two fingers ease inside her, and she gasps, her hands clutching the sheets.
“Eyes on me,” I remind her calmly.
She obeys. She’s perfect. Fuck.
“Nice?” I ask.
“Yes, so good.”
I increase the pace just enough to make her lose rhythm, my other hand settling around her throat. There’s no pressure, just presence. Control. My thumb keeps a steady rhythm that makes her back arch.
Her soft pants turn to moans.
“That’s it, baby girl.”
She opens wider, and fuck, I’m going to enjoy exploring every inch of her.
“Feel that? That’s you letting go.”
Her moans deepen. Her body arches.
“You’re doing so well for me,” I praise. “Exactly like that.”
It takes everything in me not to ruin this by rushing. “Do you want more?”
“Yes. Please, sir.”
That does something feral to me. Her hips jolt, and I bite down on my lip, watching her grind against my hand. “Good fucking girl.”
A third finger joins the others, curling just right. She cries out, hips lifting, chasing the pressure. “I’ve got you,” I tell her steadily. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I lean down and kiss her as she starts to break for me, my voice low in her ear. “Come for me, Lily. Let go.”
She shatters, screaming my name, and I don’t stop until she’s breathless and shaking. I keep my fingers where they are, feeling her pulse around them, then release her throat and cup her face.
I slowly withdraw, my hand that was on her throat now moving to her face. “Look at me.”
Her eyes meet mine, dazed and glowing.
“Such a good girl,” I say softly. I smile slowly. “That was just the appetizer, baby. We’ve got at least a five-course meal ahead of us.”
Her cheeks are flushed beautifully. My palm rests on her stomach as I lick my fingers clean, one by one, never breaking eye contact.
“Drago,” she breathes.
I sit back on my heels and free my aching cock from my boxers, wrapping my hand around myself.
Her mouth falls open, hunger written all over her face.
I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Lily
Song- Show Me, BURY, Beneld.
