Page 105 of Dark Awakening

Finally stripped of our clothing, Rhyland eagerly wedges himself back in between my legs. His hard, veined cock rubs against my aching clit, and I claw at his back, wanting him inside me with an unquenchable need. Rhyland grabs my hair tightly at the nape of my neck. I moan as I’m overwhelmed by the sensation and for the love of his dominance. I gasp as his hands tug harshly on my hair to make me look up into his smoldering eyes—an intensity that has become part of our ritual. He teases my lips with his tongue, and I pant for more as the raw desire takes over.

“Say it, baby.” His voice is like molten lava in my ear. He loves feeling my body tremble with anticipation, knowing I’ll follow his every command. But what if I disobey him? What will he do to make me obey?

I greedily lick his lips, my body melting beneath his touch as I arch my back in pleasure. I try and fail to suppress the sound of my longing. His breathing accelerates.

“Beg.” His voice is low, demanding, and dominating.

I meet his gaze, pushing my limits further, determined to see what he will do if I don't comply. His eyes flash with a dangerous hunger that makes me tremble with anticipation.

I hungrily lick his neck as my hands explore every inch of his taut body. His chest rises and falls with each panting breath, and I can feel Rhyland’s anticipation in the air.

“Oh, you want to play dirty, baby?” he growls.

My lips curve into a suggestive smirk as I whisper, “What will you do to me if I don’t beg?” My voice drips with seduction, and my eyes are hooded with challenge.

Rhyland’s eyes glow with a dark, seductive heat as he takes my legs and forcefully pulls me toward him. He murmurs, “You asked for it.”

His sweet, warm breath glides up my inner thigh as he slowly moves down, his stubble scraping my skin. His hot mouth envelops my clit as he flicks and licks it with expert precision. Every touch sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. His strong hands slide under my knees, fingers digging ever so gently into my skin as he spreads my legs wider apart. His thunderous moans vibrate against my flesh as I teeter on the brink of climax.

I can feel the seething heat rising from my belly, slowly rolling toward my hardened nipples. Rhyland’s mouth is like a devilish furnace as his tongue slides around my clit, sending waves of pleasure shooting through me. His lips hungrily suck and slurp, creating a deep sound that I can’t help but moan.

“You’re so fucking delicious,” he growls against me, driving me closer to the edge.

I grip his hair tightly and thrust myself against his mouth, melting into a pool of bliss. “Oh god! I’m…”

Rhyland freezes as I look up to him in utter amazement. His hands encase me, the tingle of electricity radiating from his palms like nothing I’ve ever felt. I gaze up at him in astonishment, “What…What are you doing?”

The warmth on my clit grows cold, my orgasm hovering tantalizingly close yet so far away simultaneously. My pussy pulsates for release, and I moan out loud for Rhyland to finish me off.

“Beg,” he demands.

Oh, this bastard. He’s playing games now. He’s edging me to get my compliance.

I’m so fucking close that I can barely contain myself. “Ugh…Rhylaaaaand!” I growl out his name seductively, needing him to finish what he started.

He lets out a deep, throaty laugh at my reaction. He roughly slaps my swollen, sensitive clit, and I yelp in surprise from the sudden jolt of pleasure radiating through my body.

“Beg for me to fuck you. I’ll put you in a pleasure-filled trance you will never forget.”

He savagely slaps my clit again, and I cry out in pleasure-pain. “Oh, does my dirty Angel like this? You love it when I take control and dominate you.”

He plunges two fingers deep within me, coaxing out waves of pleasure that make me quiver and shiver in his grasp. His tongue continuously flicks my clit. My breathy moans become feral screams as my body tightens with each stroke, every flick, bringing me closer to ecstasy. Again, he stops.

I quickly sit up and yank him into me, aggressively clutching desperately and wrapping my legs around his hips. Clearly, I lost this battle.

I grind my core against him, “Rhyland, please. Make me scream,” I plead desperately, desperate for him to take away the sweet agony he’s left me in—my body won’t survive it. I’m ripe and ready for him, aching to have him thrust inside me.

He moves with blazing speed instead of offering me what I desperately desire. His rough hands pull me off the hard surface, spin me around, and shove me onto the unforgiving table. My sensitive nipples tingle against the coldness as Rhyland grinds his thick cock into the crease of my ass.

“Rhyland…Please…” I start.

He growls, his hot breath tickling my neck. “You like games, sweetheart? I can play.” His voice leaves no doubt that he's ready to take control. “It’s game time, Angel. And I’m going to win.”

He delivers a ruthless slap to my ass, causing a sharp burn that radiates throughout me. I can’t help but cry out in pleasure.

I revel in the sudden sting of pain. “Spread your legs,” he demands.

“Wider,” he says with authority. So I do.

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