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My lips parted, a rush of air escaping. I wriggled, uncomfortable on a couple of levels. I wanted him, there was no denying that, but if we took even a baby step forward, there would be no coming back. His thumb pressed on my lip, his fist tilting my chin up so I couldn’t look away. “Do you think I would ever hurt you?”
My shoulders relaxed. “Not intentionally.”
A shadow crossed his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Daniel kissed the pad of his thumb and pressed it to my lips. My skin burned in that spot, but it was a poor substitute for what I wanted. His mouth.
“When I have you, it will be when I can take my time. But I need to make you come, Vivian.”
I pouted. “How am I supposed to resist that?”
He grinned. “You aren’t.”
I let out a harmless growl, and his smile only broadened. “I foresee this being a problem.”
He moved so he was slouched in one corner of the couch. “Come here.” He positioned me so I was seated between his legs, my back to his chest. “What’s the problem?” He nuzzled my cheek.
I leaned my temple against his. “Me not being able to say no to you.”
His lips found my hair. “That’s not a problem at all.”
“Not for you.”
A large palm cupped my breast, kneading. I thrust my chest out, already aching for more.
“What if I can’t say no to you?” he asked, his other hand joining in.
I gasped as he rolled my nipples in his fingers. The fabric of the shirt I was wearing only added to the stimulation.
“You’d better not.” The words came out throaty, seductive even.
“Your cunt wants my fingers inside of it. I won’t say no to that,” he breathed in my ear.
My hips arched of their own accord. Any doubt I’d had only a moment ago vanished. Need for him overruled everything else.
“Ask me for it,” he demanded.
My face flushed, a fine sheen of perspiration breaking out across my forehead. He’d worked lower, teasing my mound on the outside of my clothes. I gripped his rock-hard thighs, unable to stay still.
“For what?” I rasped, impressed I had the wits to tease him back. A riot was happening inside of me, all my cells at war over which way to go.
He pinched my nipple, and I squeaked. “Don’t play with me.”
Goosebumps broke out across my skin. “Isn’t that what you’re doing to me?”
“No.”
His movement between my legs slowed to the point where it was almost nonexistent. I whimpered in protest.
“Ask me, Princess, or this stops.”
The command had me desperate to obey. “Put your fingers inside my cunt.”
“I didn’t hear a please.”
“Please,” I grated out, setting aside my pride.
“You could work on your tone, but it will do.” He threw my words back at me, but I couldn’t be mad.
His hand disappeared inside my pajama pants and skated over the cotton of my underwear. His middle finger ran up my slit, pressing the fabric between my swollen lips. He hissed as my hips bucked.
