“Fuck,” I growled against her, the sound guttural, wrecked.
I licked her clean—slow, possessive, every flick of my tongue another brand on her soul.
She tried to push me away, hands scrambling over my shoulders, nails digging in.
Not in fear.
In panic.
Because she knew what this meant.
“We shouldn’t…” She tried to catch her breath. “I can’t believe—” Her voice cracked, and something inside me snapped with it.
I wasn’t done. Not even fucking close.
I looked up at her, face still between her thighs, lips soaked in her.
And I smiled.
Not soft. Not kind.
Feral. Possessive.
“I want another one.”
Her eyes widened—lips parting, heart racing. “Nick?—”
I didn’t let her finish.
Didn’t want her logic.
Didn’t care about her hesitation.
I licked her again, slower this time—just to feel her body twitch. Then I slid a finger into her tight, soaked core.
She gasped—sharp and high, hands flying to the bar like she needed to anchor herself to reality.
Too late.
“Fuck, princess,” I breathed, watching every twitch of her face as I started to move. “You’re so tight… gonna have to stretch you open before I ever get my cock in you.”
Her hips rolled against my hand, that instinct she tried so hard to fight now taking the wheel.
Every squeeze around my finger sent a jolt straight to my spine.
I added a second. Didn’t warn her. Didn’t ask.
I watched her eyes flutter shut, watched her lips part in a moan she didn’t mean to let slip.
In and out. In and out. Slow. Deep. Commanding.
Her thighs trembled around my shoulders, trying to close in again.
Nope. I kept her wide open, made her feel every curl of my fingers, every fucking stroke.
She whimpered again, breath stuttering.
Her body was wrecked—sensitive, twitching, dripping for me.
