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Not when he was unraveling me, his face buried in my core and his fingers teasing my entrance.
“Fuck,” I panted down to him.
Though I was living the moment, it wasn’t mine. The words hadn’t come from my own conscious decision to speak; they were a part of the future I was seeing.
The dream version of me breathed, “I want you inside me.”
“You’re not begging yet,” Priel growled into my core, slowly rubbing his prickly chin over my sensitive skin.
I fought a cry that threatened to escape at the overwhelming feel of it.
“Or giving me orders.” He nuzzled my clit with his nose, and I bucked a little. A gravelly chuckle escaped him as he slid a thick finger inside me slowly, blowing lightly on my sensitive bits. “I haven’t even finished warming you up yet.”
“Then get to work,” I shot back, burying my fingers in his hair and tugging on the strands.
His grin stretched against my center, his teeth nipping lightly at my clit again. “Yes ma’am.”
A second finger slid inside me as he slowly began stroking me with his tongue, taking his sweet time. He knew it was better for me that way—with the buildup.
His fingers moved lazily within me, dragging over my g-spot now and again like they were oblivious to the way I needed the touches.
They weren’t oblivious. He just wanted me needy and wrecked when we were done, like he always did. It would be incredible, like it always was. He would make sure of that.
“Stop teasing,” I panted, desperation beginning to clutch me.
“Or what?” my hellhound growled wickedly.
“I’ll kill you,” I hissed.
“You can do better than that, Gorgeous.”
“I’ll ink one of my brands,” I shot back.
A possessive snarl escaped him, and shit, he ravaged me.
Pleasure swelled within me.
My expression contorted.
My head jerked upward,and I found Priel crouched over me, worry lining his forehead. His fingers pressed to my throat, checking my pulse and finding my heart beating wildly.
Molten-hot need burned in my veins.
I was so close—so damn close.
I would combust if I didn’t lose it.
My hand slipped into my shorts.
Priel’s eyes dilated as he realized what was going on.
He ripped my shorts down my thighs, watching me drag my fingers over my clit. A moment later, he’d ripped my hand away and replaced it with his tongue.
The feeling was like nothing I’d ever experienced. It was incredible in my dreams, but the dreams weren’t happening to me in that moment. Nothing in my visions felt real, or nearly as intense as it was supposed to.
This—his tongue on my clit, while his hands opened my thighs—was real.
Andshit, it was intense.
