"Shh."
She trembled, her chest heaving, her skin flushed pink from her collarbone to her hairline. I could see the frustration in every line of her body, the way her fingers twitched like she wanted to hit me, the way her teeth sank into her bottom lip hard enough to leave marks.
I gave her thirty seconds.
Let her ride the edge of it, let her feel how close she was, how empty, how needy.
Then I did it again.
This time, I didn’t start slow.
I went straight for her clit, sealing my mouth over it and sucking hard, my fingers driving into her without mercy. She made a sound—half sob, half curse—and her hips rolled up, seeking more, even as she tried to fight it. I gave her exactly what she didn’t want to want, my tongue working in tight, ruthless circles, my fingers crooking inside her, owning her.
She was dripping now, her arousal slick on my chin, her thighs trembling violently. I could taste how close she was, could feel her cunt fluttering around my fingers, her body coiled so tight she was practically vibrating.
I pulled away again.
She let out a broken, furious sound, her chest heaving, her eyes wild.
"Fuck you."
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, slow, deliberate, and met her glare. "Not yet."
Her breath hitched.
I gave her twenty seconds this time. Watched the way her fingers dug into the table, the way her thighs pressed together like she could trap the ache inside. Watched the way her lips parted, the way her tongue darted out to wet them, the way her pulse jumped in her throat.
Then I went in for the third time.
No buildup.
No mercy.
I buried my face between her thighs and ate her like a man starving, my tongue and fingers working in brutal rhythm, giving her everything she hated needing. She was soaking me, her hips rolling in helpless little circles, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
I could feel it—the way her body tensed, the way her muscles locked, the way her cunt clenched around my fingers like she was trying to hold on?—
I pulled back.
She let out a sound that was half scream, half sob, her body shaking, her skin slick with sweat.
"Gideon, you bastard?—"
I stood up slowly, wiping my mouth again, and looked down at her.
Spread out.
Trembling.
Mine.
"Beg," I said.
Her eyes burned with hatred.
Her lips pressed into a thin, stubborn line.
Silence.
