A dark chuckle. “You’re doing so well. I love playing with you.”
The ice passed over my entrance now, the liquid mixing with meltwater in a perfect storm of sensation before slipping inside of me.
“Oh, god!” I screamed, my body clenching around the intrusion. His mouth found my opening with hungry lips. He drank from me, tongue delving deep inside—greedy, frantic.
A noise tore from my throat, rough and broken, my head falling back against the cool sheets.
The darkness behind the blindfold swallowed everything—light, thought, control.
It was too much.
Too much sensation, too much need, too much of him.
The world narrowed to touch and pulse, to the pounding of my heart against the silence.
I was unraveling, thread by thread, and all I could do was fall.
He slid his long fingers beside the melting sliver, urging me closer to the edge with each curl.
A feral cry tore free, thighs shaking as the waves of pleasure built. Building to an impossible height.
“Don’t stop,” I managed, breathlessly.
“Beg for it,” he demanded, teeth pulling gently on my swollen clit, curling his fingers just right.
“Fuck!” I gasped, bucking wildly in his grasp. Grinding in time with his strokes. “Please, Damien!”
“Please what?” he groaned against my flesh.
Pressure mounted, not the electric shock I was used to. The one that built into an insurmountable storm of pleasure threatening release. This time a deep tug pulled at me, spurred on by the relentless rhythm of his fingers.
“Damien—” I gasped. “I need—please!”
“God, I love hearing you beg.” Then—“Come for me, Emma.”
I obeyed, shattering into a thousand pieces, liquid gushing from my body in unexpected waves.
My hips lifted from the bed, cries pouring from my lips as I came against his mouth with helpless, writhing abandon. The darkness behind my eyes exploded into a thousand stars.
Warm liquid soaked the sheets beneath us, but he didn’t stop. He licked me through every wave, drinking down every drop, his grip strong and sure as he held me open.
When I finally collapsed back onto the bed, shaking and spent, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “That’s my girl.”
And then he was moving—freeing my wrists from the headboard, the belt still snug around them. His body shifted over mine, and what he’d pulled from me moments before dripped from him, cool against my flushed skin.
His hands found my waist, firm and certain, and in one effortless motion he lifted me from the sheets. I gasped as theworld tilted, legs instinctively wrapping around him. He drew me upright, one arm braced at my lower back, pressing me against his chest, our hearts a single frantic rhythm between us.
There was no warning. No slow tease. He guided my body down onto his cock in one firm, devastating motion, stretching me wide, filling me so deep and sudden that my breath seized.
“F—fuck!” I cried out, head falling back as I dug my nails into his shoulders.
His fingers closed around both wrists at once and wrenched them down, dragging my arms behind my back in one commanding motion.
I cried out as he tightened his pull, forcing my spine to curve, my breasts to thrust forward into the cool air. My nipples tightened painfully, exposed and aching.
The grip was firm. Unyielding. A shiver tore through me—sharp as lightning and just as alive.
“God, look at you,” he growled, leaning down to suck me into his mouth, biting down on the sensitive peak. I pressed myself into him, letting loose a loud scream.
