Page 21 of Slay All The Way

She fights to maintain control. But it’s slipping. I can see it in the way her lips part, in the soft tremor of her thighs. She’s melting for me, and it’s beautiful.

Climbing onto the bed, I move with deliberate, calculated slowness, positioning myself between her legs. Her wrists are still tied above her head, her body stretched out helplessly beneath me. I tip my mask up just enough for my mouth to be free, the cold edge of it grazing my chin as I look down at her. She’s trying to hold onto the last shred of resistance, her eyes defiant, lips set in a thin line, but I know better. I can feel the tremor in her legs, the way her hips shift ever so slightly, thighs parting just enough to give her away. She wants this. She’s begging for it without even realizing.

“Still pretending, huh?” I murmur, trailing my fingers down her side, feeling her body shudder in response. “You don’t have to say a word... your body’s already telling me everything.”

Her breath catches as I lower my head, tracing a slow, deliberate path with my tongue down her stomach, savoring the way her muscles tense beneath me. I don’t rush. No, I want to draw this out, make her fucking squirm. When I reach the waistband of her panties, I pause, my lips just brushing the damp fabric.

She gasps, her hips lifting involuntarily, seeking contact. I chuckle darkly, dragging my tongue across the thin material, tasting the heat that radiates from her core.

“Fuck, you taste like the sweetest fucking treat, snowflake,” I taunt, pressing my mouth against her, letting the friction of the fabric tease her. “Pretend all you want, but I can feel how badly you want this.”

Her back arches off the bed, and I smirk against her, my fingers hooking under the waistband of her panties. Instead of pulling them down, I drag them to the side, exposing her, teasing her with the cool air.

“Look at you,” I breathe, pressing a kiss just above her clit. “So ready, so desperate, but you’re still trying to fight it.”

“Fuck you!” she whimpers, her thick thighs trembling as I lower my head again. This time, I don’t hesitate. My tongue flicks out, circling her clit in a slow, deliberate motion. She lets out a soft, broken moan, her body arching up, hips pressing against my face. She can’t pretend now—her body is screaming the truth.

“See how easy it is to give in?” I growl between kisses, licking a line along her folds before sucking her clit between my lips. “I can feel how much you need this... how much you need me.”

She gasps, her head tossing back, the struggle all but gone from her body as I devour her. My tongue moves faster, more demanding, flicking and swirling around her clit until her hips are rocking in time with my movements. Her moans fill the room, soft and desperate, each sound pushing me further.

“You love this, don’t you?” I mutter, pulling away just long enough to look up at her from behind my mask, my mouth wet with her. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you want more.”

“Go fuck yourself, freak!” She’s breathless, her body trembling beneath me, but she’s still fighting, still holding on to some sliver of control. But I know it won’t last. I can feel her getting closer, her hips grinding against my face, seeking release.

I suck her clit again, harder this time, and she cries out, her legs tightening around me. “You’re my little snowflake—so fucking delicate and perfect—but I’m gonna melt you down. Yeah I’m gonna twist you up into something darker. Somethingmine. And the fun part? You’ll love it, even when it burns. Ha, maybe especially when it burns.”

Her thighs tremble around my head as I run my tongue over her, tasting her, savoring the way she reacts to every flick and swirl. She tries to stay silent, to bite back her moans, but I know I’m getting to her. I lift my head slightly, letting my breath brush against her swollen clit, just to make her squirm.

She lets out a sharp breath, her hips bucking involuntarily as I dip my tongue inside her, teasing her folds, tasting her deeper. She whimpers, the sound muffled but desperate, and I grin against her, pulling back just enough to speak again.

“Go on,” I taunt, my voice dark and low. “Tell me you hate it. Tell me I’m not making you feel good right now. That you don’t want this.”

She bites her lip, shaking her head, but her body is betraying her. Her hips roll against my face, searching for more pressure, more friction, and I give it to her, sucking her clit between my lips before letting it go with a wet, deliberate pop.

“See, now fucking stop pretending. You wanted this all along, and you’re loving every second of it,” I growl, my voice edged with possessiveness. I press my mouth against her again, pushing my tongue deeper, flicking her clit with every movement. Her thighs tighten around me, her breath coming out in shallow, broken gasps.

“Say it,” I demand, pulling away just long enough to make her whine in frustration. “Admit it.”

“I...” She tries to speak, but it’s choked, her body trembling beneath me.

I smirk, dragging my tongue back over her sensitive clit in slow, torturous circles. “Come on, snowflake. Don’t lie to me. I can feel how badly you want to come.”

Her voice is nothing more than a shaky whisper. “I... hate you.”

But the way her hips grind against me, the way she’s on the verge of breaking—those are her real answers.

“Liar,” I growl before sucking hard on her clit, sending her over the edge.

Her body shudders as she hits her peak, her thighs clamping tightly around my head, and I don’t let up for a second. Instead, I double down, my tongue relentless against her swollen clit, drawing out her orgasm with slow, torturous circles. She gasps, her hips bucking, riding the high of her climax, but I know she’s not done yet—not even close.

Her breathless moans fill the room, soft and desperate, as I slide my fingers between her legs, slipping two deep inside her slick heat. Her back arches off the bed, and I groan against her, feeling how tightly her body grips me.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice rough with hunger. “See how good I can make you feel when you stop pretending you don’t fucking want it. Now, say my name,” I growl, fingers curling inside her, hitting just the right spot that makes her gasp. “I want to hear it. I want to hear you beg for me.”

She shakes her head, biting her lip, trying to hold onto whatever shred of resistance she thinks she has left. But her body betrays her again, hips grinding against my face, desperate for more.

I pull back, just enough to make her whine in frustration, and my grin widens. “Come on, snowflake. Say it. Let me hear you.”

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