Twisted (Never After #4)(74)

“Say it,” he demands.

“I love it when you touch me. Please,” I beg, my legs trembling.

My body is so on edge that everything feels heightened. The air is cool as it whips against my overheated skin, the rug scratchy as it digs into my knees. My pussy is aching as his hand finally gives me what I need.

His thumb rubs my clit and immediately my vision grows hazy, so lost in the pleasure I wouldn’t be able to see the forest for the trees, and when his fingers slide effortlessly into me from how drenched I am, I let out a loud moan, my head dropping back against shoulder. His other hand tightens around my throat, being careful to avoid my windpipe.

He’s done this before. Jealousy whips through me like a tornado, but just as quickly as it came, it’s gone, my stomach tensing as he rubs against my sensitive nerves.

“So responsive,” he murmurs . “You feel like fucking heaven, and I’ve barely touched you.”

He starts a rhythm, his fingers plunging inside me and curling until they hit a spot that makes me cry out, and right when they do, his thumb presses against my swollen clit, making pleasure swirl through my middle and pool in my core.

My arm flies up behind me to wrap around his neck, because if I don’t hang on to him, I won’t be able to hang on at all, and before I can stop it, I’m muttering, “Please, Julian, God. I need… I need— ”

“Such a good little wife when you’re dripping on my hand and begging for me to fuck you.”

My pussy spasms around his fingers.

“Is that what you want, amore mio? You want me to pry your thighs apart and slide myself so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days?”

My teeth slam into my lips, trying to keep from telling him, to make him drag the answer out of me, but I’m too far gone to fight.

“Yes,” I plead.

“Yes,” he repeats. “You’d come all over my dick like my perfect girl, wouldn’t you?”

He disappears from between my legs, the pressure on my neck easing as he moves both hands and grips my hips. He picks me up from where I’m bent and spins me around, perching my ass on the edge of the table, his fingers digging into the meat of my legs as he forces them as wide as they’ll go.

I breathe deeply, watching this powerful, dangerous man on his knees before me, and my pussy clenches at the sight.

He moves in, his nose running along the inside of my thigh.

“I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you soak my face.”

I swallow, my mouth dry and heart beating so hard I can feel it in my ears.

His breath coasts across the top of my already sensitive clit, and it throbs.

He skims a finger along my slit, dipping just the tip inside me. “Deny me what I want, and next time I’ll tie you to this table and torture you until you scream. Do you understand?” He peers at me from between my legs, his pupils dilated and his cheeks flushed.

He can pretend he’s in control all he wants, but I see the way this is affecting him just as much as it is me.

“I understand,” I breathe.

“Good girl.”

And then he’s on me. He doesn’t waste time being soft and sweet. His tongue and mouth work me like he’s ravenous for my taste. I cry out, the pleasure squeezing my insides tight and spreading through my limbs, tighter and tighter until it feels like I’ll burst.

I grip the strands of his hair, pulling harshly as a loud noise escapes my mouth, my back arching off the table and my legs resting on top of his shoulders.

He continues his assault, the feel of his tongue licking and his mouth sucking while his fingers work in and out of my pussy the best kind of torture, and before I know it, I’m already on the edge.

He’s built me up for so long that I can’t last. I won’t. It’s fucking impossible.

I’ve never felt anything like this, so all-consuming and like I’m going to die if I don’t get to come.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“That’s right, amore mio,” he coos, releasing my clit from his teeth. “Let Him hear your screams.”

He dives back in, and then I’m coming, my vision going black and my legs pressing so tightly against his head I’m surprised he can breathe, a groan ripping from my throat and permeating the air.

Through it all, he never stops licking me, working my pussy as I ride the high, and easing down to soft nips when I start to come back to earth.

It isn’t until I become so sensitive it hurts that he finally pulls away, his face glistening with me as he gives me a grin.

My hands fumble as I reach out to grab him wherever I can, pulling him up and over me until his body covers mine, the fabric of his shirt scratching against my overheated flesh. I surge up, capturing his lips, sucking myself off his tongue, and he grunts, his body weight falling to rest on me.

I love the way it feels. And I know that I shouldn’t, but right now, I’m lost.

“Fuck me,” I beg against his mouth.

He shakes his head even as he kisses me back. Pulling away slightly, he rests his forehead against mine, his heavy breaths coating my lips.

“Are you mine?” he asks.

His question cuts through my chest and settles in my heart, fracturing the already breaking pieces. I suck in a breath, my body freezing. I can’t answer that.

I won’t.