Page 155 of Carnal Wagers

“Not yet, sweetheart. Not until I have all your secrets. Here’s where the games begin. The sooner you tell me everything, the sooner you orgasm. But lie to me, and I’ll delay them until you’re so desperate, you’d do anything for it.”

To show her how serious I was, I pumped my fingers in and out of her tight pussy while coaxing her button with my thumb. I circled around it. I rubbed it softly and teased it with a slow blow of warm breath against her chilled skin until she was squirming in place and whimpering. Then I went slower. It was a game, after all: who was going to outlast whom.

Pleasure and torture weren’t that much different from each other. Too much pleasure caused pain. It was all about balancing that edge between too much and just right. We weren’t even near that point yet. This was just light taunting. A little needling and heckling never killed anyone, but it certainly did make them squirm and writhe, just like my wife was.

Her moans were hungry. Her hips rode my fingers, claiming more than I was giving. Her edge was right there, and she was about to throw herself over it with abandon.

A cruel little smirk lined my lips. I stepped back and sucked her off my fingers.

“No,” she growled, humping empty air.

Birds sang around us, mocking her distress, as red leaves flew around us on the breeze.

“So, you were saying about making me pay?” I asked.

“Why did you stop? Cillian, don’t stop. Come back.”

“You wanted to make me pay…”

“I just wanted something out of our estranged relationship,” she practically whined, tugging at her arm restraints once more.

“What did you want?”

“Touch me.”

I approached her, my fingers poised an inch from her tender, loving flesh. “I need more details, sweetheart.”

Her hips sought me out. With each graze, I retracted the touch, and she groaned in frustration.

“Orgasms. A chance to embarrass you. I wanted you to understand. I needed you to see me.”

I grasped her chin. “I see you. No one but you. You understand that now?”

“But you didn’t before.”

She sobbed the words, and I felt their pain. All I could do was take it away by showing her we were different now. There was no longer a her without me. I devoured her hurt with a searing kiss that burned me from the outside in. Time stopped as we met as equals. Her body was a warm tangle of nerves begging for a chance to wrap around me while she pulled me closer through sheer force of will.

As our mouths came apart, I touched her again, our gazes as locked on each other as our bodies were. She was my fairy among common folk, exceptional in all ways.

“So you faked your name.”

“I tweaked it. The difference was negligible. You couldn’t see it because you didn’t want to. Because you’d written me off as a spoiled, obnoxious brat.”

“Oh, but you are. Spoiled for my touch. Obnoxiously stubborn, making this more difficult than it has to be. A brat just for me.” I pinched her nipples through her outfit, and her jaw went slack with a hissed groan. “You like being edged to the brink of insanity. I can go all night, love, if it clears the air between us.”

My thumb brushed over her mound, grazing her clit and folds. It fringed over her entrance in tantalizingly slow circles to spark a hunger in her core.

“I want all your secrets, síbhean. I won’t let anything stand between us any longer.”

She gasped as I pushed two fingers back inside her with slow, drawn-out thrusts.

“You don’t want to end us?” she whispered raggedly.

“No.”

“The divorce papers?”

“Burn the copy I sent you. You’re my wife. A little ink won’t change that. Only your secrets could.”