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“That’s what you’re gonna focus on right now? Really?”
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Standing at the foot of his bed later that evening, Cain watched his cock disappear into Wynter’s mouth again and again, riveted by the sight in a way he couldn’t explain. Seeing her soft lips stretched tight around his shaft … it did something to him. Brought out a primitive satisfaction in him every single time.
The pleasure went beyond mere physical stimulation, because this wasn’t just a convenient mouth. The woman propped up on her hands and knees on his bed wasn’t simply a convenient body. Wynter was … more.
He tangled his fist in her hair as a dark wave of possessiveness rose up inside him. It wastoodark. Dangerous. Unstable, even. But he did nothing to fight it.
She sucked harder, faster, and a growl rattled his chest.
“That fucking mouth,” he gritted out. “Myfucking mouth.”
Her eyes snapped to his, glazed over with a hunger that gripped his balls.
“Hand,” he demanded, holding out his own. “The one wearing my mark.”
She hesitated, unsure.
“I won’t let you fall. You know better than to think I would.”
Careful not to lose her balance, she lifted one hand and gave it to him.
“I didn’t tell you to stop sucking, did I?”
She shot him a narrow-eyed look but went back to sliding her lips up and down his shaft.
He pushed at the center of her palm, knowing it’d feel like he’d plunged his thumb into her pussy, and felt her breathing stutter around his cock. He did nothing other than that. He didn’t want to make her come yet. He just wanted her to feel him everywhere. If he could have given her that same sensation in her ass, he would have.
She kept taking him in and out of her mouth, instinctively trying to throw her hips at the ‘thumb’ filling her, as if desperately needing the friction. Still, he didn’t give it to her. He kept on enjoying the feel and sight of her swallowing him down again and again … until he fucking had to be inside her.
“Enough.” Tightening his fist in her hair, he wrenched her head back and swept his thumb over her swollen lower lip. “Don’t know what I love more. Seeing you suck me off, or feeling you do it. I could watch you swallow my dick for hours. But right now”—he tugged on her hair, urging her up to her knees and guiding her closer—“I want to bury my cock so deep inside you you’ll never get it out.”
Cain kissed her, licking his tongue inside her mouth, swallowing her little moan. He tapped her delectable ass and released her hair. “Turn around. I want you on your hands and knees again.”
More than ready to be fucked, Wynter didn’t hesitate to do as he’d asked. She arched into the hand that stroked its way from her nape to the base of her spine. That same hand dipped a finger inside her.
“Ready for me. Good.”
She felt her lips part as the broad head of his cock slid inside her. Pleasure danced along her soul, as electric and consuming as ever … but the touch was light. More like fingertips than a hand. It came again, and again, and again. The bliss was immense—making her body sing and ache for more—but each touch was too soft. Too slow … much like the cock lazily making its way into her pussy.
After another fluttering sweep of soul-deep pleasure, he was finally buried inside her to the hilt. And then he began to thrust. Gently. Carefully. So sluggishly it was agonizing. The waves of pleasure he delivered to her soul were just the same. Every featherlight wave was as amazing as it wasfrustrating.
Soon she was trembling, whimpering, dazed with sheerwant.“Cain,” she croaked.
“What do you want? Tell me, pretty witch.”
She swallowed. “To break.”
“Hmm, and how do you want me to touch your soul? Like this?” He sent out a firm wave of pure spine-tingling pleasure. “Or like this?” The second wave was a crackly charge of dark bliss that held a sting—and there was no hiding that her body responded more intensely to that.
He let out a low, velvety chuckle. “You like it when it hurts.” Then he was slamming into her. Hard. Fast. Deep. Ruling and ruining her, just as he always did.
She floated, out of her mind with pleasure/pain as he subjected her to an overload of sensation. The drag and thrust of his cock, the bite of his fingertips, the slap of his balls, the surge after surge of darkly decadent pleasure to her soul that electrified her nerve-endings … It all flooded her body with endorphins andtotaledher control so that she was an absolute slave to the moment.
Still pounding into her, Cain curled his body over hers and splayed one hand around her neck while the other gripped her hip a little too tight. He growled low into her ear, squeezing her throat. “I want my fingerprints all over you. I want them imprinted on your bones. I want them stamped on your fucking soul.”
Another squeeze to her throat, and she shuddered as her orgasm came hurtling toward her.
