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I push to my feet, but before I can turn, hands grip my hips, and Elian pulls me onto his lap earning himself a squeal of surprise. His hold on me is fierce, and I can’t move. His mouth is at my ear, hot breath fanning over it as he trails the tip of his tongue over the shell down to my neck.
He coos, “Tell me, little deviant. Want to fuck us both?” The dark tone that takes over his usually deep voice sends hot lava skittering through my veins.
“Why? Are you jealous if I did?”
His teeth sink into my neck, causing my body to shiver in his hold as he sucks the sensitive flesh into his mouth. “If you do this, like you agreed, you’re mine, and mine only. I don’t fucking share pussy with anyone.” The command shudders through me, and those deep pools lock on me, holding me hostage.
Twisting around, just enough so he can see me, I focus on him, and notice his stare, but this time, it’s burning hot and needy. “I’m not just a fuck-toy for you to use as you wish,” I bite back, anger taking hold of me and making me rage at him. Elian arches a brow at me, amusement creasing his handsome features as he takes in my scowl.
“I didn’t say anything of the sort,” he tells me, trailing his hot touch down my thighs and slowly back up until he’s reached the apex of my thighs. “And if you sit still like a good fucking girl,” he speaks in a hush as his fingers dip under the material of my shorts until he finds what he’s looking for. “Wet already.”
“I’ve—”
“Been thinking about all the ways I can fuck you right here and now,” he taunts as his index finger dips into me, not too far but far enough to have me trembling on his lap. “Are you also picturing how much I’m going to stretch this little hole?” His question is pure filth, and I can’t stop the whimper that falls free from my lips.
He continues teasing me even though I haven’t answered him. He inserts another finger into my heat, teasing me open. My hips buck of their own volition, and I’m lost to the world of pleasure as Elian takes me right to the edge.
My eyes flutter, my head drops back, and soon I’m lost to the euphoria trickling through me. A wave crests and then suddenly his hand is gone. His fingers are no longer inside me, and I’m shaking.
Snapping my gaze to his, I’m off his lap, practically stumbling backward as I glare at him. “What was that?” I croak, my throat thick with emotion as I almost feel like crying. For a moment, I think he’s going to admit something to me, something I don’t want to hear, but then he shakes his head and rises to his full height.
“I want you needy,” he tells me. “I’m not a man who takes pleasure carelessly. The anticipation is what begs to be drawn out. The longer, the better.”
Shaking my head, I huff. “That makes no sense. What’s the point in prolonging the pain and living with it instead of just getting lost in the pleasure?” I may sound like a petulant child, but this is the third time he’s left me hanging.
“Edging is part of the deal,” he tells me nonchalantly. “You’re welcome to walk away.” His expression tells me he’s not lying. He wouldn’t care if I turned around and left him here. He wouldn’t blink if I were to refuse him because he can get any woman he wants. And this may be stupid, but I’m the one who wants him.
“I never said I’m walking away. This is ridiculous though,” I confess. “Can’t I … I mean, I could touch myself.” Even in my defiant words, there’s a hint of uncertainty. Elian slowly lifts his hand, bringing his two fingers, the two that were inside me, and presses them to his tongue. A groan of pleasure rumbles in his chest. The sound is low and deep in his throat. And I watch as he sucks the wetness from both digits.
“If you even attempt to touch that gorgeously tight cunt and make those sweet juices flow, I’m going to make that ache that’s swirling low in your belly so much worse.” The threat hangs in the darkness, and this time, I do step up to him. I’ve waited, I’ve prayed and prayed, and now that I’m here, I can finally do something I’ve craved to do.
I lean up on my tiptoes and slowly press a kiss to the stubble on his angular jaw. The face that looks like it’s been chiseled from the finest marble. Another feral sound comes from him, and the moment my tongue snakes out and teases the corner of his mouth, I get what I want.
