Let them watch.
Let them hear her cry out forme.
Let them see how I come undone only for her.
I sink to my knees, my gaze holding hers as I slowly drop to the ground. My fingertips dance along her thighs, tracing littleswirly lines up to her hips, then gliding up to her waist and back down.
She lets out a noise of protest and mutters, “Are you trying to torture me?”
I huff out a laugh and shake my head. “Be patient for me,” I murmur.
Her lips poke out into a pout as I lean forward—my movements far slower than she wants them to be. When my lips hover over the dip where her waist meets her hip, she breathes a sigh of relief, as if expecting a kiss. I smirk and position myself between her thighs. Instead of a gentle kiss, my tongue swipes out and drags along the inside of her leg.
There’s no stopping the smile that spreads across my lips, even as I’m half buried between her legs.
A whimper escapes her. “Graylen?—”
“Shh,” I quiet. “Let me beg for you.”
A memory rolls into my mind of when Lunaria was new to Penyth. When she stillpretendedto hate me—though the annoyance she aimed at me was very much real. I told her then just how fond I was of begging, and I’m nothing if not a man of my word.
“I thought you were fond of women beggingyou?” she sasses.
I freeze, and a tingle of anticipation licks up my spine.
Slowly, I lean away from her, my fingers digging into her waist as my grip tightens. My eyes meet hers, and I grin when she swallows thickly.
I know what my gaze looks like; hungry—no,starvingfor her.
“You’re remembering it wrong, little princess.” My smirk mirrors hers. “I said I was rather fond ofbegging. Never specified which one of us that would be.”
Lunaria’s teeth sink into her plump bottom lip as my fingers begin to graze her waist and roam around to her lower back.
I wink and murmur, “But we always knew I would be on my knees for you, Lunaria.”
She shivers as her name rolls off of my tongue, and my chest warms at the sight of it—pure satisfaction taking over every inch of my body.
Before she can answer, I press my lips to her center, my tongue rolling along her sweet flesh.
Lunaria moans for me, a sound that sends blood rushing into my already painfully hard cock. She’s the taste I want to drown in and the voice I want to hear before I die. All I need is her.
On my knees before her, I worship her. My tongue swirls relentlessly until her knees are shaking and her hands grip my shoulders to hold herself up.
“Please,” she whines. “I need you.”
A groan slips from my throat, vibrating against her skin and causing her to make the sweetest little noises. As much as I could stay here all night, I can’t deny her—not now, not ever.
I stand up, towering over her as she shivers against the now-foggy window.
Lunaria’s hand begins to travel down my abdomen, sending my nerves into a frenzy and my heart racing. Her path is slow—agonizing.
My body melts against her, a smirk now onherlips and a near-whine slipping from mine. I’ve met my match with this one, and I don’t have a single complaint about it.
With her free hand, she reaches up and grabs my face, pulling it toward hers. She kisses me hard, her teeth nipping at my lip until there’s a tang of blood on my tongue. It only causes me to press myself closer to her, angling my body to allow her torturous hand to explore down my abdomen.
Finally—fucking finally—her fingers reach the waistband of my pants, slipping beneath just a little. I suck in a sharp breath, my cock straining against rough cotton fabric.
But then she pauses, her kisses slowing and hand retreating.
