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Her eyes widen, bright with outrage and heat, and I take her nipple back into my mouth and suck hard, knowing it’ll leave a mark.
“More.” Her voice is urgent and raspy while she lifts her shoulders off the mats.
“Say that again.”
“Fuck you.”
“Wrong answer.” I close my teeth over the other nipple, and she arches straight off the mat.
She moans, and her nails dig into my shoulders, scoring tracks down my back until pain threads through the pleasure.
The scratches she’s making will be visible on me for days.
I drag my hand down her body, over the satin twisted high at her thigh. She goes still when my fingers slip through the slit.
“Fuck…” She gasps.
Her lashes flicker, her nails biting harder into my skin as my fingers find her soaked through her panties. The cotton clings when I press two fingers against her clit through it, and she’s so fucking hot and ready that my control pulls so tight it hurts.
“You’re wet for me, little wild thing.” A slow smile plays on my lips before I can stop it. “So fucking wet.”
She bares her teeth. “I hate you.”
“I know. Do you want my fingers inside you, Sera?”
She holds my stare for three full seconds, jaw set, hating me. Then her thighs fall open.
“Say it.”
“Yes.” It comes out through her teeth in a hiss. “Yes, you bastard.”
I hook her panties aside and drag two fingers over her clit.
Her breath breaks.
The first stroke is slow and torturous, two thick fingers pushing into her tight cunt to the second knuckle while my thumb grinds circles into her swollen clit. The way her body clamps around them makes my cock jerk against her thigh.
She tries so hard to hold my stare in a stand-off, and it almost makes me merciful.
Almost.
But I’m not that man. I press a little harder, and her head tips back against the mat.
“Oh fuck,” she gasps.
“No,” I say, lowering my mouth to her ear. “Not yet. But I am going to taste you.”
Her hips lift into my hand, fucking herself on my fingers, betraying her so beautifully that I nearly lose myself. The dress is bunched around her waist, her breasts bare and marked, her nipples raw from my mouth, and she’s still fighting me with every breath while her cunt milks my fingers and soaks my hand.
“Don’t stop.” It leaves her in a rush, and the shock of hearing it hits her face the instant it’s out.
She turns her head to the side like she can take it back.
Though she rides my hand harder, chasing it, hating herself for it, needing it anyway.
I’m one bad decision away from ripping her dress at the seams, tearing off her panties and fucking her on the floor, when the door opens behind us.
“Fionn,” Graves mutters. “They’re lookin’ for ya inside.”
