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“I’ll take the gag off…”
Her eyes snap open.
“If you come for me.”
His heart beats rapidly in his chest as he speaks, because he knows it’s a big risk.
She could reject it all. She couldhatehim after this, more than she already does.
But from the second he saw her; she’s been easy to read.
He knows she needs to come.
And if this is the way she can do it without shame, then this is the way they’ll do it.
But he quickly finds out his worries were for nothing.
She’s more than willing.
CHAPTER 19
HAZEL
“If you come for me.”
She’s so close already that she almost peaked just from his voice.
She’s wanted this for so long, but her partners never understood. They were always too careful with her, too scared to hurt an Omega.
They never reciprocated.
And maybe she should questionwhyhe happens to have a gag with him in the first place, but she’s not sure she wants that answer.
What she does want, however, is to get off.
Her inner Omega has taken over, and rational Hazel has officially left the building.
Her body burns with need and her nipples pebble painfully against the soft white sleeping shirt that has ridden up her stomach in her delicious struggles.
The ties burn against her wrist, but they’re a dull pain compared to the throbbing in her cunt.
“Look at you,” Abel breathes, his face close to hers. He crouches on the floor next to the couch, so they’re eye level. “You’re so beautiful like this. Such a good girl for me.”
She whimpers against the gag, but not from fear.
His eyes search hers, and it physically pains her how attractive he is. He regards her with a small smile, and it makes her stomach do a strange little flip.
“So reckless,” he continues, his eyes trailing from her face down to her neck, then to her chest and stomach. “You know I could do anything I wanted to you right now. And you couldn’t stop me.”
She closes her eyes and moans, arching her back, pushing her breasts up. Her nipples press against the white shirt, creating little rose-colored imprints through the fabric. She watches his gaze fall to them and she lets out a shaky breath.
“Who would have thought,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing through her hair and gently tugging at her scalp, “that all it would take for you to shut up was an orgasm.”
She growls at him, and he grins wickedly.
“Well, not yet,” he acknowledges. He stands back up, and she forces herself not to whimper at the loss of contact.
Don’t leave me!she wants to scream, as she lays back down, her cheek once again pressed against the cushion.
