“More,” she whispers, and it’s like handing a starving man a feast.
I press my mouth to the curve of her neck, biting down just enough to hear her gasp, her fingers flying to the back of my head to hold me there. My other hand skims lower, dipping beneath the waistband of her pants, past the heat of her skin, across her damp curls into the wet, molten slick of her.
I graze two fingers over her slit, teasing but not really touching.
“Kier.”
Biting her earlobe, I slip a finger into her wet heat, finding her clit and loving it with the barest of touches.
“Gods above,” I choke. “You’re soaked.”
She writhes when I stroke over her clit—just once, a slow, filthy drag of my fingers. Her body arches like a bowstring pulled too tight.
I work her slowly at first, learning every gasp, every sigh, every broken little plea she tries to bite back. I circle her clit, slowly, testing pace then pressure. I alternate shapes and directions, discovering she’s more sensitive on her left, she loves pressure but not pace. Not until she begins to beg for it.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I growl, grinding my cock into her ass. I’m hard as stone and desperate to be in her. But tonight’s not about me.
I slip two fingers into her heat, and her walls clencharound me, greedy and hot and perfect. Her hips cant, and she begins fucking herself on my hand.
“Please, Kier,” she whispers. “Don’t stop—oh gods, please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I growl. “Never stopping, baby. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your fucking name.”
She jerks when I curl my fingers just right, hitting that spot inside that makes her entire body light up. I press my thumb to her clit, stroking hard, steady, relentless, her thighs trembling around my hand.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice ragged, lips dragging over her ear. “Falling apart for me, my little Beta. So good. Such a good fucking girl.”
Her breath is breaking now, little sobbing sounds as she claws at the blankets, at me, at anything she can hold onto as I work her higher, until?—
“Come on,” I whisper. “Let me feel it. Come for me, Lithia. Come on my fingers. Let me hear it.”
She shatters with a raw, guttural cry, her body locking around my hand. Heat floods over my skin as she comes, hard, helpless, wrecked.
I hold her through it, whispering filth and sweetness, kissing the salt from her skin, the tears she doesn’t know she’s crying.
When she turns to face me, her mouth finds mine instantly—no hesitation, no armor, nothing but raw, desperate hunger.
Her hand moves to my cock, palm stroking hard and sure through my pants. I groan into her mouth, throbbing under her touch, so fucking close it’s embarrassing.
But when she fumbles at the button, I catch her wrist, panting against her lips.
“Not like this,” I murmur, shaking with the effort it takes to stop. “Not in the dark. Not when I can’t see every inch of you, taste every inch of you, make you come until you’re too wrecked to stand.”
She trembles, jaw tight, eyes wild. “Kier?—”
I kiss her again, deep and slow.
“When you’re ready, when you’re mine for real, I’ll give you everything. Every filthy, fucking thing you want.”
She exhales shakily, resting her forehead to mine. “Your mistake. I’m only here for the taking tonight.”
I smile against her lips, tasting her, feeling her heartbeat echoing through both of us.
“Whatever you want, baby. Just know, you’re already mine.”
She lets out a humorless laugh. “Don’t get cocky, Nomad.”
I roll us until she’s under me and I’m on top. “Cocky? I’ll show you cocky.”
