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“Please,” I begged, arching against him.
Maximillian swore, and he turned his face into the side of my neck. I moaned as he licked the wound, using his saliva to speed up the healing process. Watching his tongue lapping against my flesh through the mirror sent another flood of heat between my legs, and I clenched my thighs, trying to relieve the ache.
I had never felt so out of control in my life, and there was a small part of me, in the back of my mind, that knew Maximillian was right. This was not me, at least not entirely. I had acknowledged my desire for Maximillian privately, but I wasn’t at the point where I was ready to shamelessly throw myself at him. At least not under normal circumstances.
Yet I couldn’t deny the need pulsing inside me, making my core ache and my nipples tighten almost to the point of pain. I needed some kind of release, or I was going to lose my mind.
“Kitana,” Maximillian said roughly in my ear. He slid one hand up my throat to grip the underside of my jaw, and the second one down the front of my abdomen until he grasped a fistful of my skirts. I moaned as the cool air of the chamber caressed my overly heated flesh through my underwear, but when I pushed my hips forward, begging him with my body to touch, he remained still.
“I’m not going to do anything to you, not while you’re in this state,” he growled. “But I know how much you need this, and I’m not such a bastard that I’d leave you hanging.” His voice dropped to a seductive rumble, and his lips feathered over my jaw as he said, “Touch yourself while I hold you like this, Kitten. Let us watch together as you come undone by your own hand.”
“I…” the words caught in my throat, and absurdly, I found myself blushing. Maximillian wanted me to finger myself while he stood behind me and watched? The idea was somehow embarrassing and arousing at the same time. I wasn’t a virgin, not by any means, but my couplings with Sebastian were all done under the cover of darkness. Certainly not in front of a mirror, and definitely not in a public space where anyone could walk in and find us.
A tingle swept down my arm and into my fingertips, and my hand moved across my mound of its own accord. I stiffened as I realized Maximillian had used his magic to position my hand, but as soon as my hand touched my aching flesh, a pulse of pleasure rippled through my center. The tingle of Maximillian’s telekinetic power faded, and he simply waited, his gaze fixed on my hand in the mirror.
Slowly, I began to stroke myself through the fabric of my underwear. My juices had soaked through the lacy white fabric, making the outline of my pussy visible, and Maximillian’s eyes glowed as he followed the motion. Emboldened, I slipped my hand into my underwear, and my head fell back against his shoulder as my fingers made direct contact with my aching flesh.
“Tell me how it feels,” he said, his voice a velvet whisper in my ear.
“I’m so wet,” I whimpered, my finger slipping through my folds to find my clit. My hips bucked involuntarily against my hand, and the hand on my throat tightened in response. “I need more, Max. Please.”
“Dip a finger inside yourself,” he ordered. “Two, if you can.”
I did as he said, pushing the first two fingers of my left hand inside myself. My inner walls clenched hard around my fingers, and I groaned as a sensation I hadn’t felt in decades filled me. But it wasn’t enough.
I didn’t want my fingers. I wantedhim.
But how could I get him to give me what I wanted?
A wicked idea struck me, and I pulled my hand from my underwear, then reached up and pressed my slick fingers against Maximillian’s lips. He automatically sucked them into his mouth, and his groan vibrated along the length of my arm as he tasted me. I grinned when his eyes flew open, realizing his mistake, but I pushed my fingers in farther, refusing to let him retreat. To my delight, he gave in, licking the juices off my hand with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue that made my core clench.
“You’re a wicked little witch,” he growled, pulling my hand away.
I smirked. “You’re not the only one who knows how to incentivize people into giving you what they want. Now, is that tongue of yours only good for talking, or does it do other things?”
Maximillian chuckled darkly in my ear. “Oh, no you don’t, Kitten,” he said, snagging my damp hand and pressing it back between my thighs. “I have been playing this game far longer than you have, and I recognize the slippery slope you’re trying to lead me down. If I follow you, it will be a lot more than my tongue between your legs by the end of the night.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” I asked.
I meant the question to sound teasing, but it came out soft and a little vulnerable, and something inside me clenched, bracing for a rejection. His eyes met mine in the mirror again, and he trailed his fingers up my throat to stroke the side of my face. “No,” he said quietly. “It wouldn’t.”
He slipped my hand down the front of my underwear again, using his fingers to curl my smaller digits inward. I moaned again as he used my own hand to finger fuck me, and together we found a steady rhythm. The pleasure coiling between my legs built, and I pushed my hips into our joined hands mindlessly, seeking release. But although it felt incredibly good, something about the angle wasn’t quite right. I couldn’t get myself there.
But then I felt pressure on my clit, a light flick at first, and then harder, as if a phantom tongue was licking me. “There you go,” Maximillian purred as my head fell back against his shoulder and my legs began to shake. He used his magic to increase the pressure while he guided my hand with his. “I’ve got you, Kitten. All you have to do is let go.”
He bit down on the same spot on my shoulder he’d fed from earlier, this time with his fangs retracted. A burst of pleasure shot from the spot and straight into my core, and the sensation combined with my fingers inside me and his magic working my clit shoved me straight over the edge. Maximillian clapped his other hand over my mouth as I came, muffling my scream, and my body quaked as I came apart in his arms. The pleasure rattled me from the inside out, all my pent-up tension exploding out of me and leaving mindless bliss in its wake. It was the most intense orgasm I’d experienced in… well… maybe ever.
“That was incredible,” Maximillian murmured in my ear as I sagged against him. As the last of the pleasure faded away, exhaustion trickled in, and I struggled to keep my eyes open. I felt more than saw Maximillian swing me up into his arms, cradling my head against his chest. “You’re the most perfect creature I’ve ever seen.”
“There’s nothing perfect about me,” I said, but I couldn’t help laughing a little. “I’m a mess.”
“Then you’re a magnificent mess.” He dropped a kiss on my forehead. “Now go to sleep. The first feed is always the most…”
I didn’t hear whatever else he was about to say. I was already out.
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Kitana
