And then?—
Another wave crashed over me, violent and unwilling. My back arched, a sob tearing from my throat as pleasure ripped through me, sharp and shameful. My thighs shook, my muscles locking around his fingers, my body betraying me completely.
"No—stop—" My voice cracked, weak and useless. Everything was too much—too sensitive, too raw, too wrong. My body trembled, overstimulated and aching, but his grip only tightened.
"I don’t think I will," he murmured against me, his breath hot. "You can give me another one."
I shook my head, my fingers clawing at his shoulders. "I can't—I can't?—"
His tongue didn’t stop. Relentless. Cruel. "Selfish," he murmured, his voice rough with something dark. "I’ve been giving you all this pleasure, and you’re taking it for granted."
My breath hitched, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. "Gideon, please?—"
He chuckled, low and knowing, the vibration sending another jolt through me. "You think this is for you?" His fingers curled deeper, stretching me in a way that burned. "This is for me."
I whimpered, my body betraying me again, my hips jerking despite the exhaustion, despite the tears slipping down my cheeks. "It hurts?—"
"Good," he growled. "It should."
His mouth didn’t leave me. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, his fingers twisting inside me, dragging another shameful gasp from my lips. My thighs shook, my muscles locking around him, my body responding even as my mind screamed for it to stop.
"You’re mine," he murmured, his voice rough with possession. "And I take what’s mine."
I sobbed, my nails digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. He only groaned, the sound vibrating against me, sending another wave of pleasure-pain crashing through me. My back arched, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
"One more," he demanded, his fingers curling deeper. "Give me one more, and I’ll let you rest."
I shook my head, tears falling freely now, my body trembling with exhaustion. But he didn’t stop. His mouth didn’t leave me. His tongue moved in ways that made my vision blur, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to break me.
His fingers drove into me harder, rough and relentless, stretching me in a way that burned. My nails raked down his shoulders, but he didn’t flinch. Didn’t slow. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me in place as his fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made my vision whiten at the edges.
"You’re so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice rough with something dark and hungry. "I can feel you clenching around me. You like this, don’t you? You like being used."
I shook my head, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "No—I don’t?—"
His chuckle vibrated against my skin, sending another jolt through me.
His fingers twisted, stretching me wider, and my back bowed, a broken sound tearing from my throat. The pleasure was too much—too sharp, too raw, too wrong. My thighs shook, my muscles locking around him, my body responding even as my mind screamed for it to stop.
"Such pretty lies you tell yourself," he growled, his fingers driving into me harder. "You’re soaking my hand, and you’re still trying to tell me you don’t want this?"
I whimpered, my face burning with humiliation. My body was traitorous—arching, trembling, wanting—and when his fingers curled deeper, hitting that spot again, my hips jerked forward despite myself.
"Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this," he murmured, his voice rough with obsession. "All flushed and desperate. You were made for this, Belle. Made to sit on my face."
I whimpered.
His groan vibrated against me, his grip tightening. "That’s it. Beg for me."
I shook my head, my nails digging into his skin, but my body didn’t listen. Another wave built, sharp and relentless, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.
His fingers drove into me harder, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and my back arched, a sob tearing from my throat as pleasure ripped through me, sharp and shameful.
His tongue slowed—finally, finally—and the relentless pressure eased.
I sagged against him, boneless and wrecked, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. Every muscle trembled with exhaustion, my thighs trembling as his grip loosened. He shifted beneath me, his hands sliding to my waist, guiding me off his face with a gentleness that felt obscene after what he'd just done.
My legs gave out immediately.
