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She arches her back, thrusting her chest up for me, her hair spread across the white bedding.
Growling, I circle my length as I watch her, stroking myself. “Touch yourself,” I demand.
“Like this?” she purrs, sliding her hand across her stomach and over her breasts.
I step closer, my own desire strong. “Touch that pretty pussy,” I say, aware that she’s pushing the boundaries.
Her hand slides down over her stomach and mound until her long, talented fingers part her pussy for me. She slides two down her center and back up, circling her clit with slow, sure strokes. Her cream glistens as she touches herself for me, and I match her pace with my hand, stroking my cock as I watch her.
“Taste yourself,” I growl, my voice clipped.
Her eyes widen, but she lifts her fingers and sucks them clean of her desire.
“Do you taste good, Reign? Do you taste how badly you want this?” I jerk my cock, and her eyes drop to my length as she moans around her fingers. “Words, Miss Harrow.”
“Yes,” she says, sliding her fingers back down and caressing herself.
“Is this what you want?” I taunt, stopping at the edge of the bed as I touch myself to the sight of her sprawled for me.
“Yes,” she answers without hesitation.
“Where?”
Sliding her glistening fingers down, she thrusts them inside herself as she gasps. One leg comes up and bends as her hips lift. The sight of her digits sliding in and out of her greedy hole almost has me spilling.
Gripping the head of my cock, I stop myself from coming from the sight.
She fucks herself as she watches me, her chest flushing as her breathing picks up. Her other hand plays with her breasts.
“Enough,” I command when I see her leg start to shake, knowing she’s close.
Whining, she stops, doing as she’s told for once.
Just for that, she gets what she wants. Climbing on the bed like a dark shadow coming to claim her, I crawl toward her. Her tongue drags along her lower lip as she watches me, and when I stop above her, she groans, arching up to try and entice me.
“Raff,” she whispers, and my nickname on her lips drives me mad.
“Say my name again,” I order.
Smirking, she rubs her breasts against me. “Raffiel.” The fucking sound burrows into my brain, replacing every other use of my name before now. I want to change it so only she can say it and it belongs to her.
“You’re being a good girl,” I praise, lowering myself and settling between her thighs.
“Because I want you to fuck me,” she retorts, her eyes flashing.
“Oh, I plan to, Miss Harrow, all night, but first, let me taste that sweet little cunt that will be dripping with my cum by morning.”
Sliding down her body, I place a worshiping kiss above her racing heart. I might be in charge right now, but only because she’s allowing me to be. She holds all the power. She always has.
“Then taste me,” she whispers, widening her legs.
Settling between her thighs, I turn my head to kiss each one, watching her teeth dig into her plump bottom lip. I press my nose to her pussy and inhale, groaning.
She smells like fucking perfection.
She is perfection.
I never craved beauty until Reign Harrow. I never knew softness. She has me wrapped around her little finger, and when she realizes that, this world will suffer because if anyone ever hurts my girl, I will show them the beast that hides within my heart.
