Page 54 of All Hallows Game

I choked on a whimper.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, pressing the wand down so hard on my clit that a cry ripped free, so loud that I couldn’t trap the sound. “Those moans and cries and whines are mine, and I want to hear them.”

“Tor,” I gasped, my eyes crossing when his fingers moved faster, faster, until he fucked me with them. “Oh, I can’t, I can’t—”

“I don’t care if you can’t,” he said mildly. “You will.”

I tossed my head from side to side, sucking down breaths as heat and pleasure gathered like a storm in my lower belly, so powerful it could wipe out whole civilisations. His fingers moved faster, curling, the wand assaulting my clit with vibrations I couldn’t escape and—I sobbed as my release tore through me, my pussy throbbing so deep inside and—

I squirted all over Tor.

Oh, god. My face burned, tears building at how insanely good it felt, and the next rush of pleasure drowned out my embarrassment. His fingers kept up their rapid pace, wet noises filling my room until my face burned.

“More,” he demanded in a snarl.

“I-I can’t—”

“I said fucking more,” he snapped, his fingers blurring until my eyes rolled all the way back and tight heat poured through me and Tor’s approving growl was all I could hear. My back arched as I came again, or kept coming, or—I didn’t know. Every thought I’d ever had left my head. The pleasure was so deep, so all consuming, that I felt it everywhere, in every part of my body.

“You’re like a drug,” Tor groaned, moving the wand aside so he could lap up every drop of liquid on my pussy. God, I really squirted. I’d never done that before, never even dreamed what it would feel like. It felt like insanity and euphoria.

“Fuck, the taste of you…” His tongue lapped at me everywhere, making me tingle and throb and gasp, so damn sensitive.

“Tor,” I whined.

“Still with me, beautiful? Give me a colour.”

I shook, tremors going through my boneless body. Words were strange, foreign things. “So, so good…”

He laughed softly, a kiss landing on my clit, jolting me back to awareness. “Colour. Now.”

“I must have gone mad, because green.”

Tor snorted, licking a circle around my poor, abused bundle of nerves. “Mad, but greedy for more. My perfect, insatiable, beautiful girl.”

The praise melted me until I sighed.

“You want me to reduce the intensity, pussy cat?”

“Mm.” I floated on a cloud of bliss. “I like your intensity.”

His next kiss found the swell of my stomach. “You’re my dream girl. One day, I’ll make you my wife for real.”

I fluttered my bound hands. “If you like it, you should put a ring on it.”

“Shit, I’ve fucked you into a delusional state.”

I snorted this time, unable to keep a smile off my face. I was so damn satisfied, all my dark fantasies fulfilled. “I might be orgasm-drunk but I can still quote Beyoncé.”

Tor sighed dreamily. “I fucking love you.”

“I fucking love you, too,” It was still such a relief to say it, to tell him the truth. “Sorry for making you all wet.”

Tor made a disgruntled sound. “Never apologise for that, Cat. Never. I’d die for another taste. I’d drown in your cum if I could.”

Why did my eyes sting, like they were the most romantic words I’d ever heard?

“Pretty girl,” Tor sighed, kissing a delicate frame around my pussy.

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