God, I already felt devoured by him, my entire body burning beneath his touch. Who knew knife play could be so damn stimulating?
“Please,” I whispered, my fingers knotting even more with his hair. “I… I need more.”
“I know, little rebel.” His words vibrated my delicate flesh. “But I promised to make you really beg. And you will.”
His mouth captured my clit before I could reply, his tongue eliciting a scream from my throat. My hips bucked against him, but his hand on my belly held me down, his blade lying dangerously beneath it.
If I moved again, the tip would dig into my skin.
And fuck if that didn’t make me even wetter.
I liked the threat of a punishment should I misbehave, which probably made me insane. But it was Ajax. It was us. Nothing about any of this was sane.
Violent quakes threatened to overwhelm me as Ajax swirled his tongue against me, his skill sending tingles through every ounce of my being.
I moaned his name, my grip in his hair tightening.
So close,I thought, shocked by how quickly he’d taken me to the edge.So very close.
Everything burned, my heart racing in my chest as time seemed to still.
And then it all stopped.
“Ajax.”
His stubble prickled against my stimulated flesh, his mouth forming a taunting grin that rivaled his evil look.
I growled, frustrated and turned on and fucking overwhelmed. “You’re killing me.”
“Am I?” His finger slid through my slick folds, finding my entrance and slipping inside. “Mmm, so wet.”
He laved my sex again, eliciting a deep moan from my throat.
“So ready to come,” he continued. “But I want to feel that sweet pussy strangle my cock again.”
His finger and mouth disappeared, leaving me panting beneath him as he crawled up my prone form.
“Are you ready to beg, Camillia?” he asked softly. “Or would you rather take what you need?”
He settled onto his elbows on either side of my head, his cock a brand against my lower body. I was practically panting beneath him, ready to say whatever he wanted me to say, but his last question caught me off guard.
“Or would you rather take what you need?”
I liked the sound of that.
Grabbing his shoulders, I gave him a little nudge to see what he would do.
He grinned and said, “Option two, I see. All right, Camillia.” He rolled off me and onto his back. “I have no limits. Take whatever you want.”
Oh, I was very much going to take him up on that.
His smile grew as I straddled him, his cock hot and ready against my core. But I wanted to tease him like he’d teased me. More than that, I wanted totastehim. Feel that piercing in my mouth. Drive him to the point of madness. Makehimbegmeto come.
I leaned down to kiss him, reveling in my flavor on his tongue, and gently bit down. He groaned in response, clearly liking the subtle pain. I’d use that reaction to my advantage, see what other sounds I could coax from him.
Dragging my teeth away from him, I looked for the knife he’d used but didn’t see it anywhere. He must have magically dispelled it at some point during our position shifts because now his hands were tucked behind his head.
“Don’t move,” I told him.
