Page 99 of The Sinner's Bargain

I was dying. I was crying and thrashing while he drew figure 8’s between my opening and my switch. His ten fingers cut bruises into my thighs as he held me down and thrust inside.

My scream vibrated across my entire body as I bowed under the assault. My fingers clawed at his beautiful hair. Not sure if I was trying to stop him or scalp him if he tried. I was feral. Sobbing in words and prayers I didn’t even understand as my brain dissolved in my skull.

Thoran laughed. The sound a hot, vibrating sound that rolled across my sensitive being. I couldn’t focus to understand his amusement when two fingers replaced his tongue and I no longer cared about anything as he filled all my unused places. Stretching me on fingers I’d used only moments before in a way I hadn’t even used my own. The tender channel welcomed him. Sucked him deeper as he massaged every nerve ending with agile and experienced strokes.

I tried not to think how many other women he’d done this to, to be so good at it. I didn’t want to imagine him with anyone else as he bumped a knot inside me, and I nearly broke an arm trying to escape the electric current that tore through me.

I bolted up to my elbows, prepared to lunge away.

“Wait!”

“Easy, love,” he soothed in that same gentle tone he’d used weeks before when he’d caught me wandering the halls. “Look at me, Blue.” He lapped at my clit, golden eyes peering with absolute focus over my mound straight into mine. “You know I won’t hurt you.”

I did.

I knew it without a speck of hesitation, yet when he dragged his finger over the spot a second time, the panic returned with a vengeance. But my body wasn’t trying to get away.

With the third pass, I moaned. My knees widened of their own volition.

“That’s it,” Thoran whispered. “That’s my girl. Keep watching. Don’t close your eyes. I want you to see when you cum in my mouth and I lick your sweet cunt clean.”

I sucked in a shaky breath as his words broke into my soul. I couldn’t stop watching even if he hadn’t asked me. I was ensnared in the cyclone of his eyes as he closed those perfect lips around my clit and sucked while his fingers deepened their thrusts in a methodical and persistent pump.

The buildup wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t subtle.

It slammed into me with such blinding ferocity, the world imploded. My body seized, practically bowing in two even as I was pounding my hips against his hand. His mouth.

I screamed.

I screamed like I’d been lit on fire.

I didn’t even know I was when bells were shrieking between my ears and all I could comprehend was a hot, wet burst of something coming out of my body and drenching the man suctioned to my entrance. Lapping it up.

He was running his tongue all over like a child with an ice cream cone in the blazing July sun. He was slurping and sucking. Not allowing a drop to go to waste.

Oh God, had I peed on him?

The mind numbing, soul shattering euphoria evaporated with that single, horrifying realization.

“Stop. Wait,” I gasped, struggling with weak limbs to get away. To crawl under the bed and die of mortification.

“No!” My hips were caught between his hands and pinned. The knees were forced apart around his shoulders as he dove back in. “Again,” he snarled, fingers plunging deep inside my hypersensitive core. “Do it fucking again.”

I might have passed out after the third, maybe fourth ... whatever that was. My body, rocking uncontrollably as if he’d electrocuted me repeatedly after what felt like hours of him hitting that button until I couldn’t scream anymore. I couldn’t breathe. Until I was weeping hysterically in between violent tremors that destroyed me.

Only when he was satisfied, and my body could give him no more did he finally allow me momentary peace while he swaggered into the bathroom. I heard the tap run, my eyes already fused shut. My body limp. I could do nothing more than lie there as he returned. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. His arm slid beneath my head and it was lifted against his chest.

“Open,” he murmured, touching something cold and wet to my bottom lip.

The water was frosty heaven rushing down my parched throat and down into my belly. I groaned at the relief and dribbled a bit down the corner of my lip and hit my naked chest.

“Slowly,” he said gently, letting me guzzle it all down in several greedy gulps. “Good girl,” he said when it was gone. He brushed a kiss to my forehead before setting me back against the pillows.

I was ready to curl up onto my side and happily die in peaceful bliss when Thoran took hold of my thighs and gently pried them apart.

“No....!” I whimpered. “I’m so tired. Please. Mercy. White flag.”

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