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His tongue continued its onslaught, bringing me closer and closer to the brink before pulling away, over and over again until I was delirious with need.
“Please, I’ll tell you my name. Just please let me come,” I pleaded. I was shaking now, desperate and needy and too overcome with pleasure to think straight anymore.
Why was I fighting? Why was I so set on not giving him my name? It seemed like such a simple exchange.
He’d said he’d let me come if only I gave him my name and that was the only thing I could focus on in that moment.
He laughed and the dark, cruel sound sent a chill down my spine. Then he returned his mouth to my clit, licking and sucking, and that’s when I truly understood what he was doing.
He could have taken me over his knee again, could have thrashed me with his hand or his belt or something else, but right now, he was punishing me with pleasure, and it was more intense than I could ever have imagined.
It was agony. It was ecstasy.
It was pure torture.
With each sweep of his tongue, he brought me closer and closer to the edge, but never quite letting me fall.
“Pl-please. Let me tell you my name,my king,” I pleaded, my desperation clear with every shaking syllable that fell off my lips.
“There now, was that so hard?” he asked, and I drew in a ragged breath as I tried to calm the frantic beat of my heart.
My body shook with one searing flash of pain after the next. My clit was throbbing in rhythm with my heartbeat, hard and fast,and I pressed my thighs together as much as I was able. With him between my legs, the insides of my knees pressed against his shoulders.
“You’ll let me come?” I whimpered.
“If you tell me your name,” he said gently, trailing his fingers up and down my inner thigh and driving me crazy with need.
“It’s… it’s Aria Nightingale,” I whispered, each word slipping free from me as if he was pulling them from my lips himself.
“Aria, such a pretty name, my little thief,” he replied, and a sense of raw shame spiraled through me.
I’d lost the battle. He’d won.
But then he returned his attention to my clit, and the loss, my shame, and everything else faded away.
With each languid stroke of his tongue, I could feel the pressure building back up within me, a sweet, agonizing ache that threatened to tear me apart.
It didn’t take long for me to sail to the edge, and I flinched, waiting for him to pull back, but he didn’t. Instead, he let me fly right off the cliff into a freefall of pleasure the likes of which I’d never known.
The world shattered around me, splintering into a million glittering pieces as the wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed through me. I cried out as agonizing ecstasy surged through me, pulling me out with the tide and drowning me under its embrace.
I gasped, my back arching as the orgasm slammed into me with an intensity that left me reeling. The pleasure was so acute,so intense it was almost painful, and I screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably.
He didn’t relent.
Instead, his tongue continued to assault my poor clit and my climax burned on and on, searing through me with wild abandon. My toes curled and my hands tightened into tiny fists. My nails dug into my palms, but the pain only added to the pleasure and made it all the more intense.
If I had been standing, it would have swept me off my feet.
It was overwhelming, all-consuming, a force of nature that tore through me and left nothing in its wake, and when it finally began to quell, I was left shaking and panting for air. I gasped, my chest heaving, as the last vestiges of pleasure drifted away, leaving me sated and spent.
The Dark King rose from between my legs, his gaze burning into mine.
I’d given in. I’d lost the fight. Now he knew my name and I couldn’t take it back.
What had I done?
Tears welled in my eyes, slipping down my cheeks as I came down from my high. My body trembled, exhaustion pulling at me, but I forced myself to keep my gaze level with his.
