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“Do you know the one word I’ve never heard you say to me?” he mused, tightening his hold at the roots and causing beads of tears to form at the outer corners of my eyes.

“No,” I replied, strained.

Kael loosened his grip, and his breath caressed my throat as he sighed the word. “Please.”

I shifted under him, the mere mention of the word causing my pride to wretch and heave like it would be sick all over my ego. “I’m s-sure I have.”

“No,” he murmured confidently, kissing his way down to the base of my throat and then in a straight line toward my breasts. “You haven’t. But you will.”

Oh hell, I thought with an internal groan. “Eh…” I hedged.

Kael’s teeth grazed my right nipple just before he pinched it between them. I shrieked, arching off the bed. His tongue flicked, teasing the sensitive peak. What had been pain a split second before sparked into desire so potent, it rushed through my bloodstream. “Kael,” I huffed.

He released me, and the warmth of his body left mine. “Don’t take off the blindfold, but I want you naked by the time I get back.”

“Which is whe—wait, where are you going?” I sat up, my skin pebbling with cold from his absence.

“Trust me, Mattie.” His voice was further away, then, and I pulled a skeptical face.

Trust. Obviously, that was important here, so I slid my tight, white jeans down my legs, and then I removed my soaked underwear, throwing them both somewhere onto Kael’s bedroom floor. Just in time, apparently, because the bed dipped and then he was back, running a strong, calloused hand along the curve of my waist and to my bare legs.

“You are stunning,” he said with a husky edge to his voice. He sounded as needy as I felt. Then his hand returned to my arm, and lifting himself over me, he smoothed both palms along my arms until he straightened them perpendicular to my body, off to either side. His hands covered mine, forcing my fingers to bunch the sheets. “Hold on tight, Mattie.”

I let out a sound that was halfway between nervous and excited, and then a button clicked. The buzz of a vibrator filled the quiet bedroom, and just as I realized he’d gone to my room to get my powerhouse of a vibrator, he pressed it against my slit. I gasped, fists bunching the sheets and body contracting. “Thanks for letting me borrow this,” Kael stated, and I heard the smile in his voice.

“How did you know I h-ah!” I yelped as he turned it up and pressed it right against my clit.

“How did I know you had it?”

Kael moved the vibrator up and down, massaging my clit and vaginal opening, which he had somehow guessed was exactly what I wanted. No, I thought with a mental forehead smack. He’s not guessing. He watched you do it to yourself on the couch.

“You’re you, Mattie. You’re the most independent,” he pinched one of my nipples, hard enough to draw another surprised breath from my lips, “stubborn, self-sufficient woman I know.” He clicked the button, turning the wand up to nearly unbearable strength. I writhed under him, but he only loosened his hold on my nipple to roll the pad of his thumb over it. “Of course you had a vibrator.”

“Fuck,” I cried. My hips rose and fell in tandem with the toy, and I knew at this setting and with direct stimulation, I was headed right for another orgasm.

But Kael pulled it away, suddenly, and laying the toy on my pelvis, he positioned it so it thrummed just shy of anywhere I really wanted it to be. “Spread your legs, Mattie. I want to see how wet you are for me.” Desperate for release already, I gritted out a sound of frustration before widening my knees a fraction. Kael delivered a slap to my inner thigh that woke up my nerves. “I said spread your pussy. Or didn’t you hear me?”

I pulled in a breath as the tingle where his palm had connected with my skin spread like menthol over the area. I felt alive. My heart beat furiously in my chest and my skin sang like it had been asleep for years and just now realized it could feel.

Kael pushed my legs so far apart, my tendons pulled, and then his tongue licked a line around the outside of my pussy. I cried out again, this time because I needed him there. I needed pressure, a stroke, a touch, something. Because the vibrator was driving me wild with the promise of something to come, and Kael was taking his time, kissing, nipping, licking everywhere but where I wanted him to.

“Kael,” I groaned.

“If you’re starting to beg,” he replied with a savage gruffness in his voice. “Then we’re right where we need to be.” His tongue dipped into my pussy before swirling around my clit without really touching where I needed him to.

“Kael,” I repeated, this time slapping the mattress with my hand.

“Move that hand again,” he warned, stopping entirely. “And you’ll feel the sting, Mattie.”

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“You’re saying all the wrong words, gorgeous,” he teased. “Come on, then. Let’s hear it.”

My stubbornness nearly won out. I knew what he wanted me to say, but honestly, how fucking dare he? When he knew I needed this, when he wanted it, and I wanted it, and instead, he was just playing with me. But then Kael sank his tongue inside of me so impossibly deep, my hips thrust up to meet him and I felt like I might close in on myself like a dying star if I didn’t get the relief I craved. “Please,” I huffed.

Kael chuckled against my sensitive skin, and it vibrated through me just before his teeth closed gently around my clit. I screamed, arching, but he held my legs down as his tongue lavished several strokes over the bud before he sucked. My fists tightened their hold on the sheets, and my legs trembled as the intensity of pleasure rocketed through me with terrifying force. “Oh my God,” I panted.

Kael released me, only to dip and lick his way around my pussy like he was making good on what he’d said earlier, and I was the entree he’d been starving for. Just when I thought I had reached my peak, when I thought I would break and shatter into an orgasm unlike anything I’d experienced before, he eased away. “No,” I breathed out. “Kael, please.”

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