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I moved to the other breast, sucking and biting and plucking the marked one with my hand until she was writhing beneath me.

Kissing down her stomach, I hooked my fingers in the bikini of her costume, ripping it too and throwing it over my shoulder, the thin bolts of fabric flying behind me.

“Fucking hell,” I growled, looking down at her naked body, all tied up and spread, ready for me to do absolutely anything I wanted to her. “Look at my perfect little whore,” I said, dragging my hands over her thighs, and damn near chuckling at the way her eyes lit up every time I used that little bit of degradation on her.

I dipped down, kissing her thighs, nipping the insides and grinning when she tried to clench them around my face but couldn’t because of her restraints. Anticipation was everything in this game, but because I adored her, I caved and gave her my hand.

She moaned at the connection as I dragged my fingers up her slick slit, playing with her clit with teasing pressure. She rose off the bed, desperate for more.

“Needy little whore,” I growled, and slipped two fingers inside her warm pussy. Fuck, she was drenched, so into the game she’d begged for. It made my cock ache painfully to sink into her, but I locked my need in place and focused on how much she was getting off on this.

I curled my fingers before pumping them in and out, alternating the moves I knew drove her mad with need before pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She arched into the touch, seeking her release like her life depended on it.

I watched her face, my blood on fire as I watched her lips part, her eyes close. She was right there?—

I removed my fingers, sucking them into my mouth.

Her eyes flew wide, accusation and aggravation lingering there.

I smirked, humming around her flavor as I dragged my fingers out of my mouth. “Delicious,” I said before caressing her thighs again. I smoothed my hands up and down them, touching her everywhere but where she needed me.

“Gareth, God,” she groaned as I continued the tease.

“I’m not God,” I said. “He’d let you off easy.” I worked my touch up her arms, massaging them as I met her gaze, my lips hovering over hers. “I’m the demon who will edge you all night until you beg for release.”

She trembled beneath me, but there wasn’t an ounce of fear or regret on her face, just pure need and curiosity.

I slanted my mouth over hers, licking into it the way I was desperate to do to her pussy. One taste of her and I was a desperate man, but I wanted to give her what she asked for.

Slowly, I started the process over, worshiping her breasts, leaving marks that made her moan, before working my way between her thighs again.

She was liquid. Wholly drenched by the constant teasing. I fucking loved it.

Loved her.

I gripped her hips, lifting her so I could lick up her slit in one, slow lap.

She shivered, her breaths broken and hurried. “Gareth,” she moaned, and I looked up her body to see her pulling against her restraints.

Desire flooded my body, twice as hard and fast at the sight. I loved how out of control she was with need.

I licked her again.

And again.

Her flavor coated my tongue, only making my cock ache to the point of pain.

She tensed in my hands where I held her up slightly, her orgasm right on the edge.

I kissed her inner thigh, lowering her back to the bed.

“Fuck,” she groaned, equal parts aggravation and pleasure. “You’re killing me.”

I lifted up so that I was towering over her between her thighs. “You want me to stop?”

She immediately shook her head, and I smirked.

“Of course, you don’t, my needy little whore.”

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