I smirked.
This was going to be fun.
Her cunt was weeping by the time I went in again, her thighs slick with it, her skin flushed so deep I could see the pulse in her neck hammering like a trapped thing. I didn’t tease this time. Didn’t draw it out. Just sealed my mouth over her and took, my tongue working her clit in tight, ruthless circles while my fingers pumped into her, stretching her, owning her. She made a sound—broken, raw, something between a sob and a curse—and her hips jerked up, seeking more even as she tried to fight it.
I could feel it building, the way her muscles locked, the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers clawed at the table like she was trying to anchor herself to the world. Her thighs trembled around my head, her skin damp with sweat, her whole body coiled so tight she was practically vibrating.
I pulled away.
She let out a choked, furious sound, her chest heaving, her eyes wild and wet and begging even as she bit her lip to keep the words in.
"Fucking please?—"
I stood up slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked down at her.
Spread out.
Trembling.
Mine.
"One more time," I murmured.
Her breath hitched.
I didn’t give her time to brace.
Just went in hard, my tongue flat against her clit, my fingers driving into her without mercy. She arched off the table with a broken cry, her hips rolling, her body taking even as her mind screamed. I could taste how close she was, could feel her cunt fluttering around my fingers, her thighs shaking violently.
I pulled back.
She let out a sound that was half scream, half sob, her body shaking, her skin slick with sweat.
"Gideon—"
I licked my fingers clean, one by one, watching her.
Fuck.
She was beautiful like this.
Broken.
Desperate.
Mine.
"I think I'm satiated," I murmured.
Her eyes burned with hatred.
Good.
Let her hate me.
I undid my belt.
The sound of the zipper was loud in the quiet room.
