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“Does that feel good?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I gasped.
His hand cradled my face, his rough thumb dragging over my mouth. “Should we check and see if you’re wet yet, cariad?”
“I’m soaked,” I breathed.
His hand skimmed down to my thigh and parted my legs. It slid up and hooked my panties aside. There was a short silence and I started getting worried.
“What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Nothing,” he said. I detected vulnerability in his voice, like a catch. “It’s just…beautiful.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
He cleared his throat. “But not wet enough. I’m going to take your panties off and have you spread your thighs. Then I’m going to start all over again and when I can see you drip for me, I’ll let you come.”
I gasped. “Merrick, please.”
His weight lifted from the bed and his fingertip touched the bottom of my foot.
Fuck.
He was true to his word. I was shaking by the time he got to my knee again and my lower lip was hot from being bitten. He got to my breasts for the second time and took his time there. Teasing my nipples until I was audibly whimpering. My fists clenched around the silk ties.
“Should we check again, baby?” he breathed.
I had no words, just a desperate moan. His weight left the bed and he was silent for a moment.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Good girl.”
My lips trembled. “Is it what you wanted?”
“It’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” he murmured. “Now I’m going to make you come and if you need me to stop, just tell me to stop.”
“How many times?” I whispered.
“Until I’m satisfied,” he said. “Then I’m going to fuck you and it’ll be a little rough, so make sure to use your words if you need them. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand,” I gasped.
That first slow lick over my pussy was a quick descent into paradise. Better than any first bite of ice cream or first taste of candy I’d ever had. As deliciously decadent as the Welsh King himself.
I came.
Never in a million years did I think I would ever be able to come from one touch, but it was happening right now. Pleasure burst through my core and I cried out, my spine arcing as it washed down my hips and thighs.
“Fuck me,” he swore, burying his face between my legs.
He made me come again and again until I wasn’t sure where the pleasure started and where it ended. It just kept coming, ebbing up and down. Sometimes so intense it made me beg and sometimes just a little swell and then a burst.
It broke me. Leaving me sweating, my fingers aching from yanking on the silk ties.
When he finally took the blindfold away, my eyes were popping with stars. I blinked hard, focusing on his face.
It was intense. Maybe a little frightening.
He still had his button up on, but it was open at the collar. Rumpled like his dark hair, hanging over his forehead. His five o’clock shadow had come in strong, frosted with a little gray, and he had that dangerous glitter in his eyes.
