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And freaking devoured me.

I cried out. The ornament in my mouth muted the sound, but it was still loud in this eerily quiet tomb of books. A shudder of pleasure wracked my body as he sucked and kissed and bit my pussy.

His tongue glided from my clit to my ass, which made me shriek and buck. The delicious chuckle vibrated against me as he tried it again.

I was descending into an ocean of pleasure. There was no escape. I swallowed the pooling saliva and tried to grapple with my heartrate. There was no taming it. I was reduced to a gasping, shaking ball of need. And when he pushed something inside me, turning on the vibrations, I nearly fainted.

The vibrator allowed him to continue feasting between my legs, while the pulsing thrum of the toy delivered carefully timed shocks of pleasure.

His teeth closed around my clit. There wasn’t time to fight the bite of pain before the fiend turned up the intensity of the toy. My body suddered. The intensity made my legs give out. But I didn’t fall.

The monster pushed me into the tree, not even pausing his meal.

I moaned loudly as he made the toy vibrate even harder. This setting was too much. It was curved to hit the perfect spot deep inside me, thrumming and shivering. My core cinched tight.

This was it.

I unraveled.

The orgasm swept through me, trying to drown me in the flood of pleasure. I found the strength to clamp my thighs, fighting the continued burst of sensation.

But he didn’t turn the toy off until he was ready. He didn’t move his mouth until he’d tasted every drop of pleasure I had to give.

“My beautiful Rose, you are the perfect Christmas gift,” he growled, finally drawing back.

The pulsing stopped a moment later, and the toy slipped out of me. But even though the onslaught had ended, pleasure from the echo of his words made me burn bright.

“Now…it’s my turn to play.”

Chapter 17 – Rosetta

The muscles deep in my core continued to clench rhythmically as the beast rose and captured me. He flicked at my nipples, making me whimper and pull back. There was nowhere to go. I was still bound, his perfect little captive, and completely at his mercy.

His body pressed tightly against mine, holding me in place.

“You feel that?” His words were rough against my ear.

I wheezed against the ornament. I would have told him I couldn’t possibly feel anything with the post release flood in my veins.

“Right here.” He shifted his body against mine. “You made me come in my pants, carina.”

Breathing hard, I still didn’t feel anything. There was nothing but his all-consuming presence. The spicy scent of his cologne surrounded me. The heat of his body warmed my skin. His very existence penetrated something deep inside that I thought was long since dead.

“Maybe I should pull that ball from your mouth and make you lick me clean,” he growled, thumb once again stroking my lip. “You made such a fucking mess, my filthy little rosebud.”

I would. I would in a heartbeat if that was what he wanted! I was clay in his strong, capable hands. In this blissful space, I wasn’t the one making decisions. He had the control, and I was willing to do whatever he asked me.

“Hmm, or maybe—” He pushed the gag further into my mouth, making me choke and cough. “Or maybe I’ll keep you silent for a little longer.”

His other hand slipped between my legs to cup my pussy.

“This tight little cunt needs to be filled.” His knuckle grazed my clit. The sensation made me whimper. “You can go back to the party and have my cum dripping down your thighs.”

The idea was a rush of heat and need. My head dropped back against the tree with a throaty moan. A delicious tension made my body arch into his touch.

“Oh, you don’t just like that idea.” He continued to touch and tease between my legs. “You love that idea. You want to be filled, little Rose?”

I nodded, fully invested in the idea.