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He smirks. “Maybe I’m not done torturing you myself.”
“Oh great,” I grumble, rolling my eyes. In the split second where I take my eyes off him, he pushes off the door and closes the distance between us until he’s towering over the bed. Leaning down, his close proximity forces me backward until I’m resting on my elbows once again, his hands planted in the mattress on either side of my hips and his face looming above mine.
“You complain, and yet you keep putting yourself directly in my line of sight.”
“Not on purpose, asshole.”
When Wilder chuckles, his warm breath fans over my lips. “Keep telling yourself that, Angel.”
His words only add fuel to the flames catching fire inside me, stoking them until it’s a raging inferno. “If anything, you’re the one that keeps seekingmeout.”
He doesn’t like that if the snarl that lifts his lips is any indication.
“If that’s the case, then it’s only because I feel the need to punish you.”
“Because the punishment I dealt myself just wasn’t enough.”
“No!” he snarls furiously. “It wasn’t.You’rethe one that did this to us. You took something that could have been amazing and twisted it into this hateful thing that eats away at everything around it until there’s nothing left but this gaping black hole of nothingness.”
Tears slip out and run down my cheeks until they drip off the edge of my jaw. “I know.” The words are barely more than a broken whisper, yet Wilder is too incensed to hear any of it as he continues on his rampage.
“The only time I feel anything other than empty is when you’re crying and screaming and begging beneath my hands. It’s not fair, Emilia. It’s not fucking FAIR!” The last word comes out in a furious roar, his brown eyes nearly black with anger and his nostrils flaring.
The tears are streaming continuously down my face now. Blinking them away, I reach up a hand to soothe the tic in his jaw. “You’re right. You deserve to feel something other than nothingness.” My fingers move to trail along his lower lip, my eyes following the movement. It’s the first time since I’ve been here that he’s let me openly touch him, andgod, I’ve missed the feel of his heated skin beneath mine, the coarse hair of day-old stubble. Lifting my eyes to meet his chaotic, wild chestnut brown ones, I murmur for only him to hear, “So punish me.”
His gaze bores into mine, giving nothing away, and then all of a sudden, his hands are on my hips and I’m being flipped over onto all fours. “What the—”
A hard slap to my ass makes me cry out in surprise. “Shut up, Emilia. You asked for this, remember?”
My mouth slams shut, and I don’t say another word as he rips my leggings down my legs, taking my panties with them until I’m bare from the waist down. Grabbing an ass cheek in each of his hands, he uses his thumbs to spread them apart, giving himself an unobstructed view. “Always so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, Angel?”
I twist to look over my shoulder, wanting to see him, but the movement catches his attention, snapping his gaze up from between my thighs. “Nu-uh. Hands on the bed, face forward.” He waits until I obey before he spreads my ass wider, and in the next second, I feel his nose running along my slit. “I can smell how turned on you are.”
God, he has no idea.Even though I know exactly how this will end, I never want him to stop touching me. I know exactly what he meant earlier. One of the only times I feel alive is when I’m breaking apart beneath his touch, or when I’m arguing with Hawk, or hiking with Kai. Everything else just pales in comparison. It’s like every tingle or skip of my heart that I’ve gotten around another guy has been a watered-down version. I simply hadn’t realized it until I met Wilder and Hawk. The effect they had on me was the other extreme. It was undeniable and all-consuming. Overpowering and terrifying all at once, yet it exhilarated me and made me forget about everything other than being with them.
Back then, it sent me running far from the two of them, but as Wilder dives in to feast on me, licking, sucking, and biting until I’m squirming and muttering incomprehensible pleas, I let myself sink into that heady, potent feeling. It crashes over me like a wave, tugging me down into its depths until I’m surrounded by everything Wilder. Nothing exists except the two of us.
Time loses all meaning until I’m trembling, barely managing to hold myself upright as I begin to fall apart.
“No,” I cry when he slows his pace, pulling back until his tongue only skims my sensitive skin. He chuckles against my folds, the vibration sending a new jolt of pleasure through me, but it’s nothing more than a tease.
He shifts behind me until he can grab my hair, wrenching my neck backward and forcing me to arch my spine. Bringing his face to mine, he licks along the seam of my mouth. It is by no means a kiss. I’m not even sure what I’d call it, but it’s far less intimate and more primal than a kiss. “Do you taste yourself? Taste how much you want this?” Flicking my tongue out, I lick along my upper lip before sucking my lower one into my mouth. I can taste myself, but I also taste him, and the combination, together with his possessiveness, makes me moan.
Releasing his hold, he moves back between my thighs. This time his fingers join the party as he coats them in the mess he made before dragging them upward until the tip of one is pressed against my asshole.
He groans at the tight ring of muscle that pushes against his finger as he slides the tip in. “I still remember how fucking tight you were. I thought you were going to hold my dick hostage and never let it go.”
With another push, he slides his finger all the way in, and we both groan this time. He begins to finger me slowly, igniting new nerves and stoking the flames. “Has anyone else ever been here, Angel?”
I shake my head. “No. No one. Only you.” I push back against him, needing more than his slow teasing, but he doesn’t oblige me as he continues his maddening pace, not acknowledging my answer to his question.
A few more pumps, and he adds another finger, upping his pace until I’m panting and pleading with him for more. “What do you need, Angel? Use your words?”
“Your.” Pant. “Fingers.” Pant. “On my.” Pant. “Clit.”
I’m so shocked when he actually does what I want, that I cry out and throw my head back, riding both of his hands as I race toward the light.
“God, you look so fucking sexy when you drop your inhibitions,” Wilder murmurs, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even realize he’s saying that aloud. “You should see how hot you are taking what you want—what you need.”
