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Dark eyes snapped open and flared with outrage.

She gave Ali long enough to simmer, then ebb before she brought her right back to the edge again. Only to freeze before she could tumble into endless bliss.

Ali’s whimper turned helpless when she realized she was being edged, desperation reverberated in each trembling note.

“Charlotte, please.”

“Please, what?” Charlotte asked, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Please let me come,” Ali whined.

“Not yet.” Charlotte buried the strap fully inside her again, and again.

Ali’s pleasure built quickly, coiling tight, ready to burst. But just before the collapse, Charlotte slowed to a crawl. Ali broke on a whimpered sob, wrists straining uselessly against the cuffs.

Charlotte edged her three more times before Ali reached the verge of losing her patience.

“Please, baby. I need to come. Please—let me come. I can’t—please.”

One plea after another tumbled off her tongue and Charlotte was intoxicated. Ali begged so beautifully and it filled her with a heady power buzzing through every cell in her body.

Charlotte’s thumb pressed firmly to her clit as her hips rolled in a slow unforgiving grind. Her lips brushed the shell of Ali’s ear, their bodies flush.

“Come for me.”

Release hit and Charlotte felt it ripple through her. Every shudder and tightened muscle, every desperate cry as pleasure detonated and tore through Ali’s body, down to her curling toes and back through the elegant arch of her spine. Charlotte rode the wave with her, heart hammering, muscles burning, every nerve lighting up.

Ali’s moans turned to vapor on her lips, breaths stuttering and breaking apart.

“Breathe,” Charlotte commanded.

A choked gasp rushed into Ali’s lungs and she went slack, every bit of tension leaking out of her to pool somewhere on the floor.

Charlotte reveled in the moment. Wearing a strap was its own type of high. But wearing it with Ali… God, she’d never had sex this good. She went soft, peppering Ali’s chest with kisses, murmuring quiet words against her skin.

Mumbled, pleasure-drunk words dripped from Ali’s lips. “Thank you.”

Charlotte chuckled low as she rolled away. Ali could make out the sound of rustling. Cuffs were removed as Charlotte pulled out.

“Again,” Ali whimpered, tilting her hips up in invitation. “I need it.”

“Do you?” Charlotte’s voice carried a sinful rasp, eyes like wet-cut sapphires in the candlelight as she rolled her hips, letting the strap tease between slick folds.

“Yes,” Ali stuttered, hips jerking as the hard length rubbed against her clit. “Yes, please.”

Charlotte dragged the strap through her heat, covering it in fresh slick. Ali’s hips rutted against it, whining when Charlotte paused, tip nudging her entrance, waiting for her to go on.

“Please, I want it.”

Satisfaction hummed through Charlotte as she sank in, slow and steady, stretching Ali in one smooth thrust. Charlotte could already feel the muscle fatigue but there wasn’t a chance in hell she would let that slow her down. She pinned Ali’s hips and stole her breath with a kiss.

She pulled out, almost to the tip. Ali whined at the loss, before Charlotte snapped back in.

Ali pleaded for more.

Charlotte obliged, hammering into her, her thrusts sharp and unrelenting while soft praise spilled from her lips. Ali seemed to burn brighter with every motion. The boundless breadth of her affection swelled in her chest, mixing with the tremors of divinity beneath her skin, a nimbus of heat and devotion wrapping around them.

Charlotte read her easily. Felt the blaze in her core like it was her own. It was too much and not enough all at once.