I shake my head against the pillow. “I refuse to use that.”
“We’ll see.” Another smack lands, harder this time, sending electricity through my nerves. “Now it’s my turn to have fun,” he says with quiet authority, and I grip the sheets like they’re the only solid thing in a spinning world.
I bite my lip so hard I taste copper, caught in the limbo between wanting to scream and wanting to surrender. Two weeks ago, during one of our late-night FaceTime sessions, he’d whispered promises of what he’d do if I kept teasing him. I’d laughed it off then, the threat dissolving into the static between our screens. Now his promise materializes in the weight of his body against mine.
“I hate you,” I manage through clenched teeth.
“No, you don’t.” The words vibrate against my skin as he presses his lips to the heated flesh he just spanked. His mouth traces a slow, deliberate path up my vertebrae, each kiss a point of fire. “You’re soaking for me.”
His chest presses against my back, his hands claiming my breasts while his hardness slides through my wetness without penetrating.
“Your wants and needs will always be my end goal, but how I get there will always be my decision.” His grin only promises delicious torment that is coming my way. “Now open your legs wider for me.”
I do as he says, even though I’m frustrated. My body reacts to every command, as if it were made for this. His fingertips leave trails of heat as they move over my inner thighs, always close but never touching where I need him. I twist under him, and he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.
“Patience,” he whispers against my skin before his teeth graze my nipple.
My spine curves upward as he works his mouth, sharp nips followed by wet strokes of his tongue. Between my legs, his fingers circle and retreat, offering promises they refuse to keep.
“Aaron, please—” The words escape on a ragged breath.
“You’ll endure it,” he says, leaving no room for discussion. “And you’ll thank me for it. Keep those hands where I put them.”
He releases my wrists, but the command holds me in place. His mouth charts a southward course, each kiss lingering longer than the last. At my hipbone, he pauses, looking up through dark lashes, his eyes midnight pools.
“What do you want from me?” The question hangs between us, deceptively gentle.
“You already know.” I strain against invisible restraints.
“I want the words.” His breath skims my skin. “Give them to me.”
“End this torture and just fuck me.”
“This isn’t torture, Honeybee. However, I hope my warrior goddess is strong enough to endure what will happen next.”
He drives into me without warning. The sudden invasion after endless teasing tears a cry from my throat as my back bows off the mattress. Aaron sets a merciless pace, each thrust deliberately angled to hit that spot deep inside me that makescoherent thought impossible. The intensity borders on pain, but it’s the sweetest kind—the type I’ve been craving since our last night in New York.
“Touch yourself. Don’t stop until I say.”
I reach between us, circling that aching bundle of nerves while my free hand twists in the sheets above my head.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his rhythm deliberately slowing. “Nothing more gorgeous than watching you want it this badly.”
My eyelids flutter, heavy with pleasure as sensation rushes through me. He keeps hitting that perfect spot with every thrust while I move my fingers in desperate circles.
“Aaron,” I whisper, as the first waves begin to crest. “Right there—I’m about to?—”
“Hands off. Now.”
I jerk my fingers away, a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan escaping my throat. He maintains that excruciating, unhurried rhythm, suspending me at the precipice without allowing me to fall.
A string of Korean curses falls from my lips, my body trembling with need.
“Translation, please,” he inquires, lifting an eyebrow. “Though I love hearing your mother tongue when you’re like this.”
Heat flushes my cheeks—I hadn’t realized I’d spoken Korean. “I called you wicked.”
“Meticulous,” he corrects, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that steals what little breath I have left. “And unforgettable.”
