Page 21 of My Bloody Valentine

Her.

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MAYA

He pulls away, and for a moment, I’m disoriented and breathless.

“Why did you stop?” I whimper. My heart is pounding as he pulls me to my feet.

“It’s my turn now,” he murmurs, his voice smooth like chocolate. “I want to taste you.”

Still bound, I feel vulnerable, yet a thrilling anticipation runs through me. He pushes me forward onto the dining table, the cool wood a stark contrast to the heat between my legs. My skirt is hiked up, baring my thighs, and my panties are slowly lowered, exposing my core. I shiver as his warm breath washes over my sensitive skin, inching closer.

“Please...” I beg, not knowing if I want him to continue or stop. The sensation of his breath so close, teasing me, is almost too much to bear.

I feel his lips curve into a smile against my inner thigh, and then he pulls back, leaving me wanting. “Patience, Maya. The anticipation is half the pleasure, is it not?”

I want to argue and beg him to continue, but I’m at his mercy. My heart is pounding in my chest, with a wave of excitement and nervousness. The moment stretches, leaving me aching, andthen, finally, I feel his tongue trace a path along my slit. I gasp, my knees threatening to buckle.

He takes his time, his tongue teasing, tasting, and exploring. My senses are on fire. Every touch, every flick of his tongue, intensifies the ache. I’m bound, arms straining, but he holds me firmly in place, controlling my body and my pleasure.

“Adrian...” I moan, my voice breathless as I embrace the sensations.

“I want to hear you, Maya—every sound you make,” he growls.

I’m usually always in control, but in this moment, I’m his—completely and utterly at his mercy. I can only press my cheek into the table, arching my back as he teases me closer and closer to the edge.

I’m squirming, my body aching for release. He brings me right to the brink, and then he pulls away, his tongue leaving me, only to start again at a maddeningly slow pace. I’m panting, my body screaming for completion.

“Please, Adrian...” I’m not sure what I’m begging for. For him to stop this exquisite torture or for him to never stop.

He tilts his head. “Not yet, little critic. We’re just getting started.”

The edge I was hovering on seconds ago feels like a distant memory as he builds me up again, his tongue and lips driving me into a frenzy. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he stops.

“Please, Adrian—” I gasp his name like a prayer, my body straining for release.

“You like that, don’t you, Maya?” He plants a soft kiss on the inside of my thigh. “You’re so desperate for more.”

“Yes,” I whisper, ashamed at how easily he’s unraveling me. I’m a mess of need, squirming and bucking my hips, seeking any kind of friction that will push me over the edge.

Adrian laughs, clearly enjoying my desperate state. He resumes his teasing, licking and sucking gently, before pulling away just as I’m about to find release. This push-pull dance continues, leaving me a quivering mess.

I’m drowning in sensation. He knows how to drive me wild, edging me closer and closer to the precipice, only to pull me back at the last moment. I’m gasping, my body glistening with sweat, and my breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I crave release; I crave him, and yet he teases and denies me, extending my torment.

“Please...” I can barely form words, my entire being focused on the pleasure he’s offering and withholding. “Please, Adrian, I need?—”

“What do you need, Maya?” he asks, his voice silken, already knowing the answer.

“I need—” I start, but he cuts me off with a stroke of his tongue. I arch off the surface, every nerve aflame with sensation

His eyes glitter with cruel amusement at my desperation. “Not yet, Maya. Not until I say so.”

He teases, circling my clit slowly, deliberately, denying me the release I’m desperate for. “Already dripping for me and so sensitive to my touch. Tell me you can feel how much I need you.”

I nod frantically, unable to form words as he continues his slow, torturous dance. His lips and tongue are skilled, drawing out my pleasure, dragging out the sweet agony. I’m panting, squirming, desperate for more. My senses are heightened, every touch like an electric current coursing through my body.

“Are you close, Maya?” His voice is a low rumble, his breath ghosting over my most sensitive spot. “Are you close to surrender?”

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