Page 131 of The Sinner's Bargain

My cheeks flamed even as I whispered, “I’m not wearing any.”

His sharp inhale nearly destroyed me. Nearly as much as the hands that came up and closed around my throat. Something cold came up against my back, but all I knew was the hand that released my neck and dropped to the slit up my right leg.

“Open your fucking legs, Blue. Show me how fucking wet you are.” But the moment he cupped my heat. The moment his fingers were practically sucked into the fever of my body, he laughed as I lost my mind. The sound was anything but amused. It was hard and slightly unhinged. “Fuck, baby, you’re dripping. Your cunt is leaking...” he drove deeper, sending my body into a spasm when he plunged a third finger.

“Too much!” I sobbed.

He cackled into the side of my face. “Are you sure? Then why are you about to cum?”

I was, I realized as the first wave crashed over me. I may have moaned his name. I may have screamed it. It was all an explosion of stars and clanging bells that went on forever before I could find the ground again.

“There she is.” Thoran chuckled into my ear. “I barely even touched you.”

Still floating in the warm cocoon of my release, I couldn’t even find the sense to be embarrassed.

“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Thoran raised an eyebrow. “I’m fairly certain it was.”

Chuckling weakly, I shook my head. “I was saving it for later.”

Thoran bent his dark head and started a path down the side of my neck. “Is that right? What for?”

His finger hooked into the strap of my dress.

“I was ... I was...”

I couldn’t string together a single thought when his head was over the breast he’d exposed. The hand I’d shattered on moments before was still buried inside me. Still pumping. Still grinding into my clit.

“Wait...” I groaned, feeling the edges of the cliff coming at me fast. “Thoran ... please...”

His mouth closed into my nipple. My fingers flew to the back of his head, possibly to stop him, but my fingers had buried themselves into his hair.

“I’m not doing anything, sweetheart. You’re the one fucking my fingers.”

He was right, of course. He wasn’t moving at all anymore. I was driving myself on him. Impaling myself again and again.

I made a sound between a sob and a moan.

He dragged down the other strap and claimed the other breast. The wet sounds my body was making would have horrified me if I could function to care.

“Cum, baby. Cum so I can clean your dripping cunt before we go down to eat dinner with the others, your pussy on my breath.”

“Oh God!”

I came with a shuddering exhale. I’d barely stopped when he was on his knees. My leg was hooked over his shoulder and his face was between my slick thighs.

His tongue was thorough.

It licked every fold and replaced his fingers inside my channel. He sucked on my lips. My clit. Sucked until my hands were in his hair and his fingers were filling me once more and I was pressing into his face and wheezing.

He lapped that release, too.

By the time he was satisfied he’d gotten all he could from me, I could barely stand. He smirked when I tried to walk and nearly killed myself on my heels.

“I should change,” I babbled incoherently, and Thoran laughed.

“Oh, you’re not changing, sweetheart. You wore that to get me hot. Well, I’m hot, baby. My cock is so fucking hard, it’s going to rip your greedy little hole in two.”

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