Page 139 of Dishonored

Aria laughed.

Caesar’s eyes opened, then, all stormy-blue again and burrowing into her. “Not funny.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“And?”

“And it’s only you.”

“Better be.”

His statement was punctuated by one of his hands traveling around to smack her ass, and then grab tight to the same spot. His fingers skimmed further around her backside until she could feel just the tip massaging the tight entrance back there.

It sent a shock of pleasure rushing through her blood. And then a hard jolt of need when that finger slipped into her ass after a few small circles to get her relaxed, and ready.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed. “What if I wanted more of that?”

Caesar flashed a grin. “I would ask if you had lube.”

“In the nightstand.”

“Then, I would tell you to bend over.”

“Would you?” she asked sweetly.

Anticipation curled through her gut.

Hot, and heavy.

Lingering, and sweet.

“Bend over.”

God, yes.

She was fast to climb off of him, and despite how empty she felt without him between her thighs, the second she was on her knees, and holding onto the curved edge of the headboard, it didn’t even matter. He was behind her again—already had that small bottle of lube in his hands.

The cool, slick liquid dropped between the crack of her ass, and then his fingers were there, too. One sliding into her ass, and then a second. The third came with a bite of pain, but it was gone quickly enough. His hot mouth came down to kiss the swell of her ass as he fucked her with his fingers, and then his teeth bit into the same spot.

Pleasure.

And pain.

A delicate balance.

A lot like them.

The sounds that escaped her as he worked her ass, and praised her with dark whispers were raw. Climbing out from deep within her chest, and showing just how much she needed what he was giving to her.

Then, his fingers were gone.

“Breathe,” he said, his palm sliding up her spine as the head of his cock pressed against her ass. “Just keep breathing.”

She was high.

Or, it sure felt like it.

Aria had all she could do not to bear down when he first started working his cock into her ass—thicker, and longer than his fingers, it stretched her in a more painful way. But with every teasing lick of pain, bliss soon followed, in the way he touched her, or even his fingers between her thighs circling her clit. His lips kissing the back of her neck, or the way his body fit tight like a glove against hers.