And then there’s his hand. His fingers tease and torment, stroking my swollen clit with a devastating accuracy. Each movement sends fire rippling through me, my body betraying me as it arches, shivers, yields.
Just as I start to really get into it, he pulls back suddenly, leaving my lips swollen and tingling. My protest dies in my throat as his hand slaps over my mouth again, silencing me. His green gaze is piercing, dark and heavy, holding me captive as his fingers slide lower.
My heart pounds, my entire body taut as he presses against my wet entrance, taking a small pause, like he might be hesitating himself, but then, he pushes past it and starts to slip a finger inside my untouched pussy. I realize I’ve already surrendered, whether I wanted to or not and my eyes close, the sensation of the small stretch evading my senses.
I hold my breath as he pushes deeper, his finger sinking in until it’s buried to the knuckle. The pressure leaves every nerve ending alight and his finger doesn’t stop; he starts to slip it in and out, slow and steady, teasing me.
I can feel him watching me, his gaze heavy, like he’s unraveling me with his eyes. Each stroke against my walls pulls a small sound from my throat, a broken whimper I can’t contain.
“Shhh…” he breathes against the shell of my ear softly. “If you want me to keep touching your little virgin pussy, you’re going to have to be so fucking quiet for me, Eb.”
I nod without meaning to, a silent agreement, my body already betraying my mind. His finger continues dragging against my walls in a way that leaves me gasping into his palm.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice dark and approving as I shudder beneath him.
He removes his hand from my mouth gently, almost teasingly, letting my muffled breaths escape into the air. His lips linger above mine, so close they almost brush, but insteadof kissing me, he slides his finger out again. This time, another one nudges against my hole, testing the limits of what I can take.
My body clenches in protest as he pushes them in, a sharp gasp escaping as the pressure builds. He doesn’t stop. His fingers force me open, inch by inch, in a way that feels unbearable and consuming all at once. He reads every flicker of pain, every shiver of conflict. He takes it all in, as if he’s searing every moment in his mind forever.
My thighs tremble as I struggle to adjust, and when he finally sinks to the base of his knuckles, a low growl rumbles from deep in his chest.
His gaze flicks to my lips, lingering there, but I know Rook. I know what he wants, what he’s always wanted. To ruin me. He’s said it enough times, and the sinister glint in his eyes tells me that it's taking everything inside him not to finger bang me right away.
When he draws his fingers back, the friction makes me gasp, and he closes his eyes, exhaling like he’s cherishing every second of it. His forehead presses against mine, and for a brief moment, it almost feels gentle. Almost. Then, without warning, he shoves them back inside me.
The force knocks the breath from my lungs, a silent scream catching in my throat as pain blossoms between my legs. My thighs snap shut around his hand, my body shuddering as the sting crashes over me.
His eyes flash open, locking onto mine with a fierce, almost punishing intensity. “Fucking spread them,” he snarls quietly. “You’re gonna take what I do to you.”
I meet his gaze, a small silent plea, but he shakes his head in return, his forehead still pressed against mine.
“You should know better than that, Bunny,” he murmurs. “This? This is fucking nothing. I’m breaking you inslowly for your sake, because I love you. But when I’m balls deep inside this perfect pussy, I’m tearing you the fuck apart. Piece by fucking piece.”
My chest heaves, thighs shaking as I try to process what he’s just said, but the truth is, I already know. Whether through pain or pleasure, it didn’t matter—he was always going to make sure I’d never stop feeling it. Never stop feeling us.
“Take off your panties,” he orders, and I lower my hands to my hips, taking the strings before easing them down my legs.
With his fingers still sunk deep inside me, he shifts, rising sinuously, his movements careful as he positions himself between my legs. My eyes trail down his incredible body, taking in the ink that marks his skin, every muscle that flexes against the twinkling Christmas fairy lights above us.
He leans over me, forearm planted beside my head on the pillow and his mouth hovers achingly close to mine. Slowly, he slides his fingers out of me and my breath catches as I feel him smear a slick mixture of my come—and possibly blood—across my tender, throbbing pussy.
Before I can even process the humiliation or heat of it, his fingers sink back inside me, then he starts to fuck me with them. The rhythm is steady, each thrust a perfect balance of pain and promise. My eyes squeeze shut, my body writhing beneath him as I chase the flickers of pleasure.
His hand finds its way behind my head, tangling in my hair before yanking it back hard, asserting his control overme. A whimper escapes as the tension forces my neck to arch, exposing my throat to him. Vulnerable. Open. Exactly how he wants me.
He dips his head, his tongue and teeth working in perfect unison, attacking my neck with a brutal kind of seductiveness. He sucks and bites, branding me with every mark he lays on my skin. Each nip stings and soothes all at once and it has my head spinning. His legs remain firmly between mine, pinning me open, forcing me to endure everything he’s giving me without escape.
His fingers grow more ruthless, hitting deeper, rougher, and my body surrenders completely. The wetter I get, the more determined he becomes, the curve of his fingers destructive. When he starts to curl them just right, hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur, I start hyperventilating. It’s a sensation I’ve never felt before, it’s different to the other times I’ve experienced oral orgasms by him, and it pulls a strangled, shameful moan from deep in my throat that I can barely stifle.
Every nerve in my body is alive, tingling, as something builds inside me with startling intensity. The wave rises fast, impossibly fast, just like my breathing. I ride the peak, every hard thrust of his fingers sending me higher, until finally, it crashes over me.
The release tears through me like a lightning strike, white-hot and all-consuming. My muscles jerk uncontrollably as my pussy tightens and pulses around his fingers. The pleasure is too much, too quick, yet impossibly perfect, and I can’t stop myself from falling apart beneath him.
But he doesn’t stop.
His fingers continue their ruthless plunges, drawing the aftershocks out into a searing, unbearable high. My body feels helpless against the way he’s wringing me out, heightening the sensation.
Finally, he calms his movements and lifts his head, his lips inches from mine as the remnants of what he’s just unleashed, gradually fading. As my hips twitch against his hand, bucking against it, his gaze is dark, pupils blown, burning with something almost feral, but his mouth is gentle as he brushes it over mine, kissing me softly.
