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He slid my zipper down, each release of the teeth sounding much louder than it should. The blood began rushing in my ears, and I could actually feel my heartbeat in the tips of my fingers.

Laeth’s tongue darted out and traced my earlobe before he nipped it with his teeth. “Okay, baby,” he started in a quiet,gentle tone I’d never heard him use before. “Arms up and around my neck. Hold on to me.”

I did as he’d told me to, the new position forcing my back to arch, pushing my breasts out. I was still fully dressed, yet standing like this, clasping hold of his neck, I felt more exposed than ever, opened up for him to touch and play as he pleased.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he coaxed, making me feel truly desired.

“Please, Laeth,” I pleaded, unable to help myself. I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. “Please touch me or I’m going to lose my mind.”

His chest rattled against mine on another growl as his large hand breached the waistband of my jeans and panties. It slid down until it reached the apex of my thighs, causing me to cry out as he cupped me. “If anything I do hurts you, say so.” His tone came out as a warning. “Understand?”

I nodded manically, desperate for more now that he was touching me where I wanted, but unsure of what thatmorewas.

I pulled in a gasp as he dragged a single blunt fingertip through my slit, sending sparks through nerve endings I hadn’t known existed. “Christ,” he grunted, into the crook of my shoulder before raking his teeth along the cord of my neck. “You’re fucking drenched, baby.”

He brushed his finger through again, only this time, he found that tight bundle of nerves and circled it. I cried out as he did it again and again, the pressure of his finger setting off fireworks behind my eyelids. I could feel myself growing wetter, and my hips began to move involuntarily. I pushed my hips back, my behind rubbing firmly against the steel rod in his jeans and wrenching a grunt from deep within his chest.

“How’s this feel, Deva?” he asked as he added a second finger to the mix, trapping my clit between his index and middle fingers, giving it a heavenly pinch.

“It feels...” amazing, stupendous, incredible. But at the same time, “so good, but it’s not enough,” I panted, feeling like I was in the middle of a miles-long run as I gripped the hair at the nape of his neck hard. “I need more,” I said on a whine.

“I know what you need,” he whispered. “Trust me, baby.”

Just then, one of those long fingers slipped between my swollen folds and slid into me. There was the slightest pinch as he breached a part of me that had never been touched before. He curled his finger in a way that felt out of this world, brushing a place inside of me that had me shouting out his name.

His erection grew thicker as I continued circling my hips against it, all the while, Laeth’s finger was doing something inside of me that was turning my blood into lava. I felt like I was going to combust at any moment.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I moaned, the words coming of their own volition.

He didn’t stop, instead, he upped the ante by adding a second finger, stretching me wider. The sharp bite of pain was quickly snuffed out by the mounting pressure deep inside me.

His mouth continued to feast at my neck as his free hand slid beneath my shirt and up. He wrenched the cup of my bra down violently before tugging on my nipple. I could feel him everywhere, and it was so much more than I’d bargained for.

“Laeth,” I said, panic coating my words as my body began to tremble uncontrollably. I locked my fingers behind his neck to keep hold, afraid of what might happen if I let go. “Something’s happening.”

“Let it, baby. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.”

It was impossible to do anything else. I was trapped in a snare I couldn’t see as Laeth played with my body like it was made just for him. With one last brush of his fingers against that place inside of me and one last pinch of my nipple, something inside me snapped.

White exploded across my vision, burning everything else out as my mouth fell open on a sound I’d never made before. I felt like I was floating and drowning at the same time as wave after wave crashed into me. Laeth kept going, knowing exactly what he was doing as he dragged out every single ounce of my release, forcing his name to pour from my lips like a benediction.

Finally, feeling wrung dry, with no strength left in my limbs, my arms fell from around his neck, and I barely had the wherewithal to brace my hands on the counter as I tumbled forward.

I’d never felt anything like that in my life.

And I could say with complete confidence, I was ruined for anyone else.

Before I had a chance to tell him as much or lazily smile at everything I’d just experienced, the man behind me let out a feral sound right before wrenching his hand from between my legs and scooping me off the ground so fast I let out a yelp.

“What are you doing?” I managed to ask, even though my brain felt foggy, as if it were wrapped in a layer of cotton.

“Taking you to bed and getting you naked,” he growled, his nearly black eyes meeting mine as he stomped through the house. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

LAETH

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