Page 46 of Bound By the Sleeper’s Harp

“See now, sugar? I’m not sure I’m okay with the idea of you using your fingers on yourself,” he gritted out. “What’s a few more minutes, hmm?”

The pressure disappeared and his fingers swept beneath the waistband of my skirt, toying with the seam of my panties. He hesitated, waiting for permission. Waiting for me I realized. I sucked in a deep breath. Lost. I was so lost. Lost to the heat of desperation dragging me under.

Don’t do something you’ll regret, that voice in the back of my mind taunted. I knew it was probably right, and yet…

I nodded.

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She was aching for him. Bastian could smell it, sense it in the sounds she made, so much better than the ones she’d made eating his food. Then, she nodded and his restraint faltered. He cupped her breast, gripping, pushing, while his other hand swept into her panties.

His fingers slid into the folds of her cunt and he hissed. “So wet for me, sugar? Did I do this to you?” She whimpered, pushing her hips against his hand. Answer enough.

He dragged his fingers back and forth along her slit, spreading her arousal around, then circled her clit. She felt like a fucking sin, a forbidden fruit, smooth and warm. His cock throbbed, pressed tight in the confines of his jeans, desperate to bury in deep where his fingers played. She groaned again, head falling back against the wall, pink wisps of hair framing her face, eyelids fluttering, struggling to remain open.

His gaze stayed fixed on her face, feasting on every expression that flashed over her features. So fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect.

Humans weren’t supposed to appeal to his senses, not after everything in his past. He was crossing so many lines, and for once, he didn’t give a single fuck. After he had time to process, he’d likely regret this.

But not now, not in this moment.

Desperate to see what she felt like inside, he slipped a finger in. She sucked in a breath, clenching around him. Her eyes opened, locked on his. That look had his balls tightening, stealing his breath. He wanted to rip her leather mini skirt right off, turn her against the wall, smack her ass for being such a fucking brat. Spank her hard enough to see the outline of his hand. Then fuck her until she screamed his name over and over.

No. He wouldn’t go that far. This was where it stopped. His hand—nothing more. It was better this way. He’d make her come, then leave, get control over himself, and move the fuck on.

She’d be too much of a distraction, otherwise. And too much of everything else. Everything he couldn’t have and didn’t want.

“Bastian,” she gasped. That one word had those thoughts sliding right out of his mind.

“Say it again, baby girl,” he begged.

“Bastian,” she whimpered, grinding against his finger, showing him exactly how she’d move those gorgeous hips if it was his cock instead. He pulled out and replaced the one with two, dipping in and out, fast and then slow, scissoring them inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” she moaned.

“You’re drenched, sugar. So fucking wet. This pussy has been desperate for me all night, hasn’t it? Desperate since you first laid eyes on me?”

“Mmm…”

“Answer me, baby girl. Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes. All night—since yesterday.”

He groaned and didn’t care that he did.

He clenched his teeth until they ached. Little good it did, because it didn’t keep him from grinding against her, grinding to the rhythm of his fingers just to relieve the ache in his cock. He pressed his palm into her clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“Oh, God, I’m going to⁠—”

He halted, stopping the orgasm that nearly swept her over the top. “Don’t say, God,” he admonished. “God doesn’t have his fingers in you right now. I do. God isn’t making you feel good. I am. You got that, sugar?”

Her eyes struggled to focus on him. He expected her to argue. Instead she begged, “Please don’t stop, Bastian.”

And those words?

He could deny her nothing. His fingers moved again, sliding back in, fucking her harder than before. The wet sounds were erotic. Left him panting.

“Yes,” she whined, grinding against him, against his thigh. She tightened around him, little kitten mews slipping from her throat.