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“Love watching you come,” he said as he slowly reared his hips back.
And then he fully withdrew his cock again.
No, no, no, she needed to be fucked. “Cain, don’t—” Ice-cold sensation sprayed her soul, quickly followed by fiery lashes. The combination . . . God, she didn’t know how to process it. He did it again and again, working his way up the intensity scale but then backing off.
Her heart galloped in her chest. Her lungs burned for air. Her skin felt uncomfortably hot.
Blunt nails scored her back, wrenching a hiss from her. But then his hands were stroking her, soft and sure as he traced, explored, and teased. Teased. A frustrated groan chafed her dry throat.
He thrashed her soul with lightning-fast whips—some hot, some cold, some hard, some light. There was no pattern to follow; no way to guess what was coming next.
She squeezed her eyes shut, so mentally off-balance she couldn’t get her thoughts straight anymore. Her body was dangling on the edge of an orgasm, and she was desperate to chase it but couldn’t.
His hand sharply came down on her ass. Her head snapped up in shock. Enjoying the sting, she braced herself for more. But “more” didn’t come. Nothing—
Two fingers stabbed into her pussy as he spanked her once more, and she imploded again with yet another scream.
She gasped for breath as she came down from her high, her muscles trembling. “Cain . . .” A stinging smack to her soul made her jump. There was another, and then another as he pretty much paddled her very being. All the while, he softly ghosted the pads of his fingers over her back. The mix of rough and gentle was a mindfuck.
More sensations assaulted her. She lost all concept of time as her soul was stroked, whipped, licked, and scraped. So much pleasure, so much pain, so much torture.
She didn’t think she’d be able to come again, but she did. Twice. And still, he didn’t stop teasing her. He kept going. And she realized that being thrown into one release after another without getting fucked was even more torturous than orgasm denial.
She was flooded by so many endorphins she was barely conscious. Dazed. Floating. No, drowning.
“Does your head feel thoroughly fucked yet?”
Wynter could only nod. She was beyond words. Her synapses were fried. Her brain had short-circuited. She was over-sensitized on every level.
She couldn’t take anymore. She just couldn’t. A sob escaped her before she could swallow it back.
Cain draped himself over her again. “Shh, you did good. Always do.” He slipped an arm loosely around her neck while his other hooked around her waist—surrounding her, holding her, caging her, making her feel safe and turned-on at the same time.
“I’m going to fuck you now, but you’ll be so swollen inside that this might hurt.” He plunged his cock into her pussy, forcing himself deep and, shit yeah, it hurt. “There we go.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You’re going to come so hard, you know.”
She shook her head, pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to do it again.
“Oh, you will.” He dragged his mouth down her throat. “So will I.” He bit down on her neck and rutted on her.
Cain groaned at the wet sounds her pussy made as it sucked at his cock. She was fucking soaking. Scalding hot. Almost unbearably tight she was so damn swollen.
There was nothing restrained about him in that moment. He took her like a savage, feral and aggressive, trusting her to tell him if it was too much. Each furious thrust made her body jolt and her tits bounce.
He kept a firm grip on her neck with his teeth, urged on by his creature—it wanted nothing more than to take a big bite.
Her inner muscles kept spasming and clenching, edging him closer and closer to his release. Her choked moans and breathy whimpers licked at his balls. The scent of her swamped him and filled his lungs, sweet and drugging. She was a fucking drug.
The control might always remain in his hands, but she goddamn owned him. Consumed him. Intoxicated him.
“I’m close, baby. Need you to get there first.” He toyed with her clit and struck her soul with a blast of stinging pleasure/pain.
Her head snapped up, her inner muscles clamped around his cock, and a scream scraped at her throat.
Growling, he slammed harder, faster, rutting on her pussy because it was fucking his. And then he exploded, shooting bursts of come inside her.
Bloated from her stew, Wynter would have leaned back if she wasn’t perched on a bench. “That sure hit the spot.”
“We really should eat here more often,” said Delilah beside her, brushing her hands together to wipe away pie crumbs. A roar of laughter came from the bar, which was far busier than it had been when they arrived an hour and a half ago. “Even if it is seriously loud in here,” she added.
