Rather that means he's going to kill me or not is concerning.
All thoughts are stuffed aside when he stretches me with a third finger. My body buckles under the weight of hunger, my belly burning fiercely as it builds to something spellbinding.
"Until the day you die, I'll be the only man who can satiate you."
At his words, a tear streaks down my face. Because I know they're true. I know he's not wrong.
He's ruined me.
Even if I escape here, I'll never be the same again.
My sobs accompany drawn-out mewls, my body shaking, my hands gripping the bedding.
Lifting my head off the bed, my gaze connects with where he's ruthlessly fucking me with his fingers, the sounds of how wet I am for him bouncing off the walls.
"There's a good girl. Give over to it. Submit to your stalker," he taunts, which only makes me wetter around his fingers, only makes me want more.
Fear that he won't finish this sits by the wayside, chewing its nails in anticipation. For my sake, I hope he doesn't take his mood out on me, even if I deserve it.
"So fucking beautiful," he whispers, skirting the tip of his tongue around the shell of my ear. "Come for me."
My body heeds his command, listening immediately.
My screams rend the air, my psyche feeling like it just cracked open and rewired itself.
I'll be forever changed by this moment, and it was all my doing.
Part of me wonders in my stalker-induced haze if I hadn't wanted it on some level.
I knew teasing him might bring him in here. Was this what I was hoping for?
"Good girl, poison," he breathes, his nose pressed against my cheek.
His tongue presses to the side of my face, dragging across my flesh, and he traces it to my lips, pressing against them for entrance wordlessly.
I open, and he devours my mouth.
His hand still lazily taunts me, only two fingers moving through my cum.
My hands slide into his hair before I know what I'm doing, urging him to kiss me harder, deeper.
He moans into the kiss, and I'm a goner.
When he pulls back, he looks down at me as if something's occurred to him.
His brows knit together. "Is this your play, then? You're going to try and win me over with your body?"
I'm speechless because I'm too blissed-out to reply. I don't want to say the wrong thing.
He's a man of many emotions, I can feel it in his kiss. I don't want to anger him.
"Keep in mind, I've had this body, G." His use of my nickname from Allison signals I've pissed him off by remaining silent, but to answer is to look defensive.
Neither option is good for me.
"You haven't had it in all the ways you've wanted," I say, my tone still dipped in heady arousal.
"Don't toy with me, poison. I'm not a man who takes being played lightly."
