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"My Elva," he groans, pushing just a bit harder until the pleasure is so intense it's almost painful. "Gods, you're so gorgeous like this. Needy and whiny and so fucking wet. I want you naked and soaked just like this every single day."
"Kai." My eyelids flutter from the overwhelming need wracking my body from his growling voice and deft fingers working me rapidly towards release. "Please."
"Please, what?" he asks, speaking only a whisper away from my lips. "Tell me what you want."
"I—" I can't think, much less speak. But gods, I feel so... so empty. I need to feel him inside me in any way I can. I barely manage to whimper out, "Inside me, please."
He licks his lips with a moan; the act is entirely depraved and so fucking hot. All I can think about is how wicked that tongue is. "You want me to fuck you with my fingers, my Elva? Fill your little body with them until you scream?"
"Yes," I nearly shout.
He groans, the sound closer to a growl than anything else, before suddenly spinning me around and making me yelp. He places me roughly on the table, my ass almost hanging off the edge. Gripping my shoes and the pants gathered around my ankles, he tears them all off of me in one swipe.
One hand pushes between my breasts until I'm flat on my back. His other roughly spreads my legs so he can step between them, his gaze so intent on my center that I blush at the indecency.
He moans my name, the sound giving me goosebumps as his fingers trace a line from my knee all the way to my core. His eyes finally meet mine, the need I feel mirrored in them as he rubs small circles on my clit with his thumb. "Every inch of you is perfection. I could spend forever traversing your body and never tire of it."
I let my head fall back, fully submitting to whatever pleasure he offers, unable to do anything else when he speaks to me like that, like I'm the altar he worships at and the sin he surrenders to.
Finally, his fingers trace my opening, and I tense, anticipation flooding my veins. He eases one finger inside me, the roughness of the leather unlike anything I've ever felt before. Languidly, he strokes me, and my body follows his movement, rolling to try to take more of him inside me.
So slowly, he continues this torture, the strange texture of the gloves adding to the exquisite sensation of him playing with my body. Adding another finger, he keeps his pace steady, just giving me enough to drive me to madness without bringing me any closer to release.
"Eyes on me, my Elva," he breathes. "I need to watch how you fall apart for me." Unable to deny him, I force my lids to open, letting my gaze meet his. His eyes bounce between my face and the place where he's expertly toying with my body, desperation so plain it almost looks painful.
A whimper escapes me, the combination of his need and his deft fingers working me slowly and deliberately and the utterly filthy sounds coming from his hand filling my body over and over again.
With a low, wicked laugh, he picks up the pace, rubbing his fingers against my front wall and forcing a surprised shout from my throat. He groans at the sound before leaning over me, his palm landing next to my head on the table, leaving only inches between his lips and mine.
So easily I could lean up, take that step, endure the truth of everything he's feeling, just to taste his soft lips, let his immaculate beard scratch against me, finally give in to what I'm not ready to admit I'm hiding from.
Instead, I stare at his eyes, the pupils dilating and almost entirely devouring the gray of his irises from the way he looks like he wishes to devour me. His gaze reaches my mouth as a loud moan leaves it, the way he's rubbing against that spot inside me making me entirely wanton, uncaring of how I sound.
He bites his lip, his movements becoming rougher, faster, pulling screams from my throat. When he speaks, his voice is pure sin, gravelly and ferocious. "You're so perfect like this, my Elva." His praise and wicked fingers make my head spin. "Split wide open on my fingers and making a fucking mess of the table beneath you." I rapidly blink, trying to keep my mind clear. The mix of affection and degradation leaves me helpless, a mindless body just searching for what he's giving me.
His thumb grazes my clit, and I shriek, overwhelmed and needing more all at the same time. With a deep groan, he does it again, pressing against it with perfect pressure and pulling another cry from my throat.
He continues to draw small, deft circles on my clit, my cries becoming frantic, barely more than a breath of air and a high-pitched shriek, fighting against every instinct to grab him, feel those powerful muscles holding him above me and forcing me towards release.
"Do you need to come, my Elva?" he taunts, his teeth clenched together, giving away how affected he is by this without receiving any pleasure of his own.
Helpless, I nod. My body is swiftly careening towards the edge, the point of no return for us and whatever distance I had hoped to keep between us.
He nods with me, his brows pinched. "Yeah, you do. Come on, gorgeous, give it to me. I need it. Need you to come on my fingers."
With his plea, my body finally falls over the edge, a series of loud, unbidden screams of his name leaving my mouth, eyes tightly closed, and head thrown back.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Kai groans, continuing to work me through the peak, gentler but no less deliberate. "That's it, baby, come on. Keep coming for me. Gods, you're stunning like this. So fucking good, don't stop riding my hand." Even through the waves of overwhelming pleasure, I have no choice but to obey his commands. As long as my orgasm takes me, he continues to praise and plead in my ear, prolonging it far more than should be possible.
When the pleasure turns to discomfort, overstimulation making every touch sharp, I whine, and he slows to a stop, gently easing his fingers from my body. A small smile twists his perfect mouth as he watches and waits for me to recover. His eyes search every inch of my face, soaking in my flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.
His wet fingers trace a line up my stomach, swirling around one nipple and making my eyes flutter before he continues traversing up, reaching my lips. I open without protest, whimpering at the taste of myself and the leather. He groans, and I feel the sound all the way down my spine, goosebumps breaking out across my flesh again. Even though he's just finished with me, I need more. I fear I'll never get enough of this depraved, wild thing he brings out of me.
His fingers work inside my mouth, his eyes hooded and locked on the motion as I try to suck myself off his gloved hand. For just a moment, he moves his fingers similarly to the way he did between my legs, in and out, relishing the warmth wrapped around them.
With a pained sigh, he removes his hand, placing his hand on the other side of my head, effectively caging me in his gaze, naked and splayed beneath him. For a moment, we just stare at each other, lost in this madness. While it is madness, at least we aren't going through it alone. We are a mirror image of each other's internal losing battle.
"Someone is going to come in here soon," he comments, but the words go right over my head, unable to face the real world yet. With a small chuckle, he stands, stuffing my destroyed panties into his pocket before holding his hands out for me to take. "Let's get you dressed, my Elva."
