His mouth returned to the swollen bud above, sucking while his finger worked in and out of her in a rhythm that matched the pulse pounding in her ears.
The pressure built. Not gradually, but in waves that crested higher each time his tongue circled and his finger curled. Mab's thighs were trembling, her fingers twisted in his hair, her breath coming in ragged gasps that didn't sound like her own voice.
"That's it." A second finger pressed against her entrance. "Breathe."
She breathed. The stretch burned, a sharp edge beneath the pleasure, and she heard herself whimper. His mouth never stopped moving, tongue working her in relentless circles while his fingers stretched her open.
"When I get my cock inside you," Varek said, "you're going to feel this everywhere. Every ridge. Every inch. And you're going to take it because your body was made for this. Made for me."
Her hips bucked against his mouth, chasing something building at the base of her spine and spreading outward like fire through dry kindling. His fingers drove deeper, and his mouth sealed over her swollen flesh and sucked hard.
Mab shattered.
The sound that came out of her wasn't a scream. It was something rawer than that, torn from somewhere deep inside her she hadn't known existed. Her thighs clamped around his head despite the hands holding them open, her back arched off the bed, and her body clenched around his fingers in waves that went on and on.
Varek didn't stop.
His tongue kept working her through it, drawing out every spasm until she was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. His fingers stayed buried inside her.
"Again," he said.
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Mab's eyes flew open. "What?"
His fingers curled inside her, and her hips jerked.
"I said again." His voice dropped, low and rough. "You've had one. I want three before I put my cock in you."
His fingers started moving again. Not the same rhythm as before. Slower. Deeper. Pressing and retreating. His mouth returned to her, tongue dragging flat and slow over flesh so sensitive she flinched. But his free hand pressed down on her belly, holding her still, and his fingers never stopped their relentless work inside her, stretching her wider, and Mab's hands flew to his wrist. Not to push him away.
To hold on.
The second peak came faster than the first. Her body was already primed, already shaking, already so wet she could hear his fingers moving in and out of her. When it hit, she curled forward, her forehead nearly touching his, a broken noise spilling from her throat.
Varek's fingers didn't slow. His mouth lifted from her flesh, but only so he could watch her face while he worked her through it.
"There," he said. "That's two."
Mab's thighs were trembling so hard she couldn't have closed them if she'd tried. Her hands were still wrapped around his wrist, feeling the flex of muscle and tendon as his fingers moved. She was oversensitive, every nerve ending lit up and screaming, and he was still going.
"I can't," she said. "Varek, I can't—"
"You can." His free hand came up to cup her jaw, tilting her face toward his. "One more. And while you're giving it to me, I'm going to touch these."
His hand dropped from her jaw to her breast.
Mab's breath stuttered. His palm was enormous, rough with calluses, and it covered her completely. His thumb found her nipple and dragged across it.
The sound that came out of her was embarrassing. High and thin and desperate.
"Soft," he said. "So fucking soft."
His thumb circled her nipple, then pinched just hard enough to send a jolt straight down to where his fingers were buried inside her.
"I'm going to spend hours on these." His voice was a low rasp against her stomach. "Someday soon I'm going to lay you out and suck on them until you come again just from that."
His mouth closed over her nipple.
