My breath hitched.
His thumb dragged up intentionally slow, circling that aching little knot of nerves with featherlight touches. Over and over. Just enough to taunt me.
And still, I held back.
My thighs quaked, my core spasmed around his fingers, and I blinked hard as the pressure threatened to undo me.
My body wanted to scream. My throat ached to moan. But I held it in, trembling in his arms like a live wire.
His lips found the side of my throat again, pressing soft, maddening kisses along it.
“Good,” he murmured. “Taking it so well, huh? Look at you.” His voice didn’t sound human anymore. He was tethering at the edge, just holding on to what little sanity he had left in him.
His other hand slid up, cupping one of my breasts, kneading it roughly, his thumb dragging across the hardened nipple.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered. “Almost there, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re so tight-so wet for me, baby.”
I was. I was pulsing around his fingers, walls clenching down so hard I thought I’d snap. My head dropped back against his shoulder, and a strangled breath left me.
The coil in my stomach twisted, locked, and snapped.
White-hot ecstasy detonated through me.
“Do you want to come?”
I nodded once, too afraid that even a whisper would betray me.
His thrusts grew faster, fingers hammering into my walls, which were already hot from friction. The rhythm of his palm against my clit was perfect and inhuman. It pushed me closer and closer to the brink until I was choking on the pleasure.
Iwas bucking, writhing, and screaming inside.
Then, the heat exploded inside me. It was a shattering, glorious heat, I climaxed so hard that I thought I might black out. I gripped the sides of the tub like I was going to fall through it, biting my lip so hard.
But not a sound left me.
Only my body spoke.
And Kester… he fucking grinned.
“Good girl,” he whispered, dragging his slick fingers from between my thighs and lifting them to my mouth. ‘Now suck. Taste how obedient you are.”
He watched me like a wolf studies a trembling hare-amused, entertained, and possessive as I licked up his fingers.
I was still shaking, barely catching my breath, when his fingers slipped from my mouth, wet and glistening with my own juices. He dragged the pads of them along my bottom lip as though marking me again.
“You’ve done well,” he murmured, “But we’re not done.”
KASMINE.
His hand closed around my throat again, “Up,” he ordered. “Now.”
My legs nearly gave out beneath me when I tried to obey, but he caught me easily, lifting me from the bath like I weighed nothing. Water cascaded off me in rivulets, steaming against the chill of the bathroom.
He didn’t give me a towel. He didn’t even let me clean myself.
He wanted me dripping, exposed, and shaking.
He walked me across the marble floor, with his hand firm between my shoulder blades, leading me to the full-length mirror and stopping me right in front of it.
Steam clung to the glass in curls, but he wiped a path down the center with the flat of his palm, revealing my reflection-wet, flushed, and wrecked.
My nipples were tight peaks, my mouth slightly parted, and my hair a tangled mess over my shoulders.
I looked obscene. Beautifully obscene.
“Hands on the counter.” He commanded in a voice so rich it made my center quake again.
I hesitated-and that earned me a sharp smack to the back of the thigh.
“Now, Kasmine.”
I obeyed, pressing my palms flat against the cold marble.
“Look straight ahead. Don’t close your eyes.”
I felt him behind me.
His bare chest pressed against my soaked back, and he reached down to shove my thighs apart with his knee.
“This is how I want you,” he whispered, “Open. Quiet. Staring at yourself while I ruin you all over again.”
He didn’t touch my entrance first. No. His fingers trailed up the insides of my thighs, spreading me further apart. His bedy hovered just behind mine, radiating heat like a furnace.
“See that?” he murmured near my ear. “That girl in the mirror? Thats what you look like when you’re mine.”
Then, his two fingers pushed inside. Deep… So deep, I gasped out loud.
My hips bucked, my eyes snapping wide at the sight of him behind me. He was so tall, broad, and dangerous. around my waist to hold me in place while the other pumped into me from behind.
It was… unspeakably filthy. e arm wrapped
His fingers curled expertly, dragging across that devastating spot again and again, the angle cruel, punishing. My knees buckled, but he held me up with a growl, his hand flexing against my belly.
“Don’t run,” he rasped. “Take it. Watch yourself take it.”
The image in the mirror stole the breath from my lungs. The way his forearm looked braced across me, how my breasts jostled as his fingers thrust into me, how lushed and desperate I looked-how good he looked using me.
“Look how wet you are,” he hissed. “Dripping down my hand.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror. The reflection was its own kind of filth.
Kester was a vision of restraint breaking apart. His jaw was clenched, the tendons in his forearms tight as rope, his chest rising and falling in barely contained lust and desire. His eyes were fixed on mine in the mirror, and they were black with hunger.
He looked dangerous.
His mouth dropped to my ear again, his voice sounding like gravel and sin. “Say my name.”
I froze. My lips quivered. His fingers slowed… just enough to make me ache.
“Say it, Kasmine.” His tone was darker now, almost reverent as if the words from my mouth would be holy.
And I broke.
“Please… Kester,” I begged, not sure what I was begging for.
“Again,” he ordered again, the tip of his tongue flicking the shell of my ear.
“Kes…” I whispered, then louder, “Kester….!”
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