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“Shut up and touch me, Shadows.”
She felt, more than she saw, him smile in the dark. But he started touching her again, thank gods, circling that spot, using the piercing to apply more pressure. The way every movement, no matter how slight, caused her legs to twitch told her he’d had a lot of practice with his hand between women’s legs.
“Stop staring at me.” She meant for her words to come out strong, but they were punctuated by gasps that told him exactly how little effort it would take for him to bring her over the edge.
“If I’m going to touch you, I’m going to look at you.”
Again, her legs twitched around his hand. Why did he have to be so good at this? Then again, maybe his skill level was for the best—it meant less time spent with that wicked hand between her legs.
Because this was bad. So bad. He was a Shadowmaster, and she was a Selkie, and they shouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be together at all—
She wet her lips. Roman kept staring at her, that hand moving sinfully, that tiny ball grinding into her sensitive flesh.
“Bet that feels good.” His deep, husky voice raked across her skin as he came closer, passing his mouth over hers. “Doesn’t it?” He rubbed her harder, kneading that little ball into her flesh. Bolts of pleasure zipped through her, making her legs twitch, her stomach muscles fluttering.
Her body tightened, and she bit down on her lip, rolling her hips in tune with his hand. But he just kept edging her, the sadistic bastard, lightening his touch every time she got close—
“Beg.” The one word was like gravel.
And the word Shay said in return was as weak and fluttery as she felt. “What?”
“I want you to beg.”
“Fuck you!”
A dark, quiet chuckle raked across her skin, the sound causing her nipples to tighten. “Right now, I’m fucking you, pup. And you’re going to beg me to let you come.”
“I’ll leave,” she threatened.
“No, you won’t.” He increased pressure, and she arched her back, her legs trembling. “You won’t, because you want this. You want to come so badly, you’re fucking dripping.” He slid two fingers down, teasing her entrance, and back up, swirling them around her clit. It felt so good, she fucking whimpered—and she swore she saw Roman’s eyes turn black. “Now, beg,” he commanded, that deep, rough voice giving her full-body chills. “Say ‘please’.”
“Please.”
“Louder.”
“Please.” She rolled her hips, but he didn’t give her what she wanted.
“Say, ‘Please, Roman’.”
“I hate you!”
“Say it, and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life.” He lightened up again—
“Shadows,” she gasped, her body begging for release. “Gods—please.”
“You’re not very good at obeying, are you?”
“Please, Roman.”
“Good pup,” he praised. She scowled. “Very good. Say my name when you come.” He picked up speed, and gods it was so good, she could feel herself dripping on the bed—exactly like he’d said. “My real name, Shayla.” With his free hand, he pushed up her shirt, exposing her breasts, and bent over her, strands of his hair skimming her chest. As he rubbed her clit, his mouth found her nipple, and he tugged on it with his teeth, making her moan.
“Roman,” she cried. Gods, she wasn’t even there yet, and she’d already called his name—
“That’s it, Shayla,” he crooned. “Just like that.” He rubbed her harder. Faster. That tongue circled her hard nipple, his piercing pressing deep, teeth grazing the tip. And his fingers…gods, his fingers—
She fractured like a lightning bolt. A breathy moan slipped through her lips, followed by his name, just like he’d asked. Pleasure cascaded over her in a hot wave, causing her whole body to tense and release like a bowstring.
“Ooooh, there it is.” That damned voice was rich with approval, the cadence drawing out her orgasm until it was almost too much.
