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He watches my mouth close around his fingers, sucking and coating them in a thick layer of saliva. When he finally pulls them free, his gaze follows them down my body.

His hand slips beneath my skirt, taking its time before those wet fingers drag between my legs.

My body betrays me immediately.

A twitch. A shudder.

Revel catches every fucking bit of it.

“Fuck.” His grip firms around my throat as his fingers tease through my wetness again, deliberately drawing out the reaction. “Look at you. So fucking wet for me.”

I bite down on my lip, but another shiver runs through me anyway.

His eyes lift to mine.

There’s something deeply unfair about how fucking pleased he looks when he realizes I’m already falling apart for him.

Then he drives two fingers deep into me without warning.

I gasp, my back arching as he stretches me open, but the hand around my throat keeps me anchored at the edge of the mattress. There’s nothing slow about it now.

He pumps his fingers in and out with a brutal, rhythmic speed, his knuckles rubbing against my clit with every thrust.

Then he adds a third finger, stretching my walls to the limit, the friction creating a wet, slapping sound that echoes through the otherwise quiet room.

“You’re so fucking responsive,” he snarls, his thumb pressing hard into my clit, circling it with a punishing pressure that has me sobbing. “Mm, do you know how much I want to replace these fingers with my cock, baby?”

I can’t even answer.

My entire body is shaking, my internal muscles clamping down around his hand.

Revel watches every fucking second of it.

Then he gives one final, deep shove, his fingers hitting my cervix, before ripping them out with a wet, visceral pop that makes me shiver. He holds my gaze while sucking them clean and I barely have time to register the loss before his hand leaves my throat.

In one fluid, violent motion, he flips me over.

I gasp, the air leaving my lungs as my chest hits the mattress, my ass tilted high in the air, completely exposed and vulnerable.

Before I can even catch my breath, his palm slams against my right cheek with a loud, stinging crack.

"Ah!" I cry out, the shock of the spank sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to my clit, making my walls contract violently.

“You’re mine, Cece,” he snarls, his voice possessive and raw, stripped of all his usual smugness. “Every inch of you.”

“Fuck.” I glance back at him over my shoulder. “Then quit fucking talking about it.”

His eyes darken.

“Careful, Mama.”

“Or what?”

That does it.

His shirt comes off first, dragged over his head and tossed somewhere behind him. My eyes shamelessly follow the movement, taking in tattooed muscle and the hard rise and fall of his chest before his hands drop to his pants.

“Ay, cállate,” I mutter before he can comment on me staring.