“Three,” I gasp. “Dane, I’m close.”
He stops.
I groan, my body arching toward his hand, trying to get more pleasure.This is cruel. Actual cruelty.
“Breathe,” he says.
I breathe, and the edge recedes, slowly, leaving me shaky and desperate. My pussy throbs with denied release. Everything is swollen and sensitive and pulsing.
He waits until my breathing evens out, and then he starts again.
Ice tracing my stomach, my breasts, circling each nipple until I’m writhing. Then his mouth, hot on the frozen skin, his tongue replacing cold with scorching wet heat. He slides his fingers against my pussy again, pushing two inside me while his thumb rubs my clit. Every touch is amplified, and the pleasure builds faster this time, the tension coiling so tight my thighs tremble.
“Four,” I choke out. “Please—“
He withdraws, and I’m breathless. Sobbing. Desperate. I was so close.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice calm, like he’s asking me to pass the salt.
“To come,” I beg. “Please let me come.”
“What else?”
I stare at him, panting. “What?”
He leans close, his lips brushing my ear. “What do you need?”
And there it is. He doesn’t just want my surrender. He wants what’s underneath—the things I barely let myself think.
My eyes sting. Arousal and vulnerability tangled so tight I can’t separate them.
“I want to belong somewhere,” I hear myself say. My voice cracks. “I want all of this to be real. Not an arrangement. Not temporary. And I want a baby.”
Fuck.I can’t believe I said that out loud.
Dane pulls back and looks at me. His dark eyes are intense, and his gaze sharpens.
“That’s what I needed to hear,” he says. He slides his fingers inside me and presses his thumb against my clit, and this time, he’s building me with no mercy. Pleasure surges fast, spiraling through me, and my toes curl and my back arches.
“Five,” I gasp. “Please, I can’t—“
“Look at me,” he says.
I force my eyes to his. His face is close, those dark eyes locked on mine, and the intensity of the eye contact while his fingers curl inside me and his thumb circles my clit is almost more than I can take. If he doesn’t say it soon, I’m not sure I can stop it.
“Come,” he says.
“Oooooh, fuck!” My body goes rigid, and then I come apart, my pussy seizing around his fingers. I’m free-falling from pleasure, and the orgasm tears through me so hard my vision whites out. Pleasure radiates through me. My legs shake, and I’m half-sobbing through it because the release after all that denial is so intense it borders on pain.Holy fuck.
Dane doesn’t pull away. He works me through every aftershock, his pace slowing as the waves ebb, his other hand pressing flat against my stomach.
When I go limp against the mattress, he slides his fingers free. I’m boneless. My skin is oversensitive, my pulse hammering in my throat while I stare at the ceiling and try to reboot my brain. I’m floating and tingling and don’t have a care in the world.
Dane lies next to me and pulls me into his arms. “Color?” he asks.
“Very, very green,” I mumble, and the corner of his mouth quirks.
“You did well,” he says.
