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My hand spans across her taut abdomen, dipping into her belly button before I remove my touch altogether. She lets out a small whimper, and I smirk as I bend over, picking up one of the candles.
As if she just noticed, she lifts onto her elbows, looking around the room. “What did you do?”
“Just burning candles,” I whisper, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world.
“There’s so many,” she gasps, her eyes glowing from the candlelight. “It’s beautiful.”
I bring my hand up, my fingers going between her breasts as I push her back on the bed. Holding the candle in my grip, I watch as the flame bounces and dances over her. Her eyes widen, and she starts to scoot away from me.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Shhhh.” I dip my finger into the hot wax, letting it curl around my finger. Then I bring it to her peaked nipple, letting the warmth seep into her skin. She lets out a small gasp, and then it transforms into a moan, her tongue peeking from her mouth and wetting her lips.
“What’re you doing?” she repeats, looking down at the hardened wax covering her nipple.
“Making you forget.” I bring my finger back, dipping it into the wax again, then bring it to her other nipple, circling the hard peak. She hisses out, and I know it burns her skin, but she doesn’t mind, because the pleasure that comes after is so much better.
I bend over, hovering above her. Pursing my lips, I blow on her wax-covered nipples. I watch them harden further, the wax cracking against her breasts. She lets out a moan, her hand going to the comforter beside her, her fingers strangling the fabric, unexpected pleasure wrapping around her veins and holding her hostage.
I lift the candle above her body, tipping it slightly, letting a slow trickle fall onto her, only a few drops hitting just between her ribs. She jolts against me, gasping out a breath as the wax cools. I tip it again, into her belly button, down to her hips, creating a trail to just above her pussy.
Hazel releases the fabric, her eyes wild as she watches me. Her chest quakes, little squeaks of need slipping from her lips as she wiggles against the sheets, unable to sit still.
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Felix.”
“What do you need?” I ask simply.
“You. I need you.” She says the words with so much certainty, I swallow roughly.
“I think you need to wait your turn,” I tell her with a lift of my brow. “You are not patient, Hazel. And impatience means I’ll only draw it out longer.”
She whips her head back and forth. “No,” she moans, though it borders on a whine.
My hand snaps out, my fingers wrapping around the bottom of her neck, just over her collarbone. “You don’t have a say, baby. It’s my time to play.”
“It’s too much. I don’t want to play any of your games right now,” she groans.
I smile at her, showing teeth. “This isn’t a game. This is me,” I say, tipping the candle, letting it drop over her folds. It slides between her slit, and I watch as it solidifies. “Doing what I want. Because I don’t follow the rules, baby. I make them.”
My free hand drags to her wetness, and I pull her lips apart, her small, pulsing clit making an appearance. She lets out a gasp, her body tensing in anticipation. I pour a bit of wax on her clit, and she bucks her hips, letting out a guttural moan that echoes off my walls.
Bending down, I set the candle on the floor and then lean over her, rubbing my thumb against her clit, sliding the smooth, hardened wax around.
She trembles, her eyes on me, though her gaze is faded, as disoriented pleasure rocks through her. I lean down, my lips brushing her creamy thigh. I bare my teeth, sinking them into her flesh, sucking hard as I feel her tense in my mouth.
I can feel her skin split, a dribble of blood coating my lips. I lick away the wound, my finger rubbing quickly against her clit as I do. She tenses beneath me, and I lift my head, watching as she arches her head back, her throat corded with tension as her body rocks through her orgasm. My head lowers, and I dive my tongue between her folds, tasting waxy arousal that fills my tastes buds. I stick my tongue deep into her cunt, feeling the walls clamp around me, fluttering, desperate to never let this moment end.
I fuck her with my tongue, and she whimpers, her fingers going to my hair, pulling on the thick locks.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin them against the mattress as I raise my head.
“I thought you said I could touch you,” she says, her voice breathless.
I smirk at her, my fingers dropping to her plush pink lips, brushing across the soft skin. “Only when I say.”
Then I grab her around her torso, lifting her into my arms as I stand off the bed. She’s limbless, weakened, totally succumbing to me in my arms as I pull her across my room. I step over the candles, going to the window, where the rain still pelts against the glass. It’s loud, pitch black outside.
I set her down and spin her around until her naked back is pressed to my naked chest. She brings her hands up, her palms laying flush against the window. I lean over her shoulder, my cheek resting against hers as I look outside. “It’s dangerous outside these walls,” I whisper.
