Page 124 of By His Play

My mouth runs dry, but the pulsating of my clit gets worse.

I didn’t think it could be like this.

I gaze up at Kieran, suddenly seeing him differently from every other time I’ve looked at him.

I appreciated him being here and looking after me before. But what he’s doing now…this escape he’s giving me...I’ll never be able to thank him properly for getting me out of my head.

“O-oh.”

His smile grows as he shifts his weight onto one arm and wraps his free hand around my throat.

My pulse pounds against his gentle grip.

I never thought I’d like a possessive move like this, but it turns out, I would have been wrong.

“Please,” I whimper.

He shifts again, so he’s sitting up between my thighs, his hand still on my throat. I would say he’s pinning me in place, but we both know that I’m not going anywhere.

“You’re soaked,” he muses as his eyes drop between my legs.

I wiggle my hips, hoping to tempt him closer, to give me what I need.

“Do you think you deserve to come? Have you been good enough?”

“Yes, yes,” I chant. “Please.”

He nods, and all the air rushes from me as relief floods through me.

But instead of diving straight for where I need him, he grabs my breast, squeezing just enough to sting, not enough to hurt, which sends a powerful shot of desire straight to my core.

“You like a little pain with your pleasure, don’t you?” he muses.

I don’t respond. I can’t.

‘Please,’ I mouth as he tugs on my nipple, driving me crazy.

“Christ,” he grunts, although I have no idea why. He doesn’t follow it with anything else.

But I can’t complain, because his hand skims down my stomach and finally brushes over my pussy.

I whimper in relief as he gently traces his fingertip over my desperate skin.

The second he presses two fingers against my entrance, my body tries sucking him in, and he chuckles.

“Love how desperate you are for me,” he muses.

Another noise spills from my lips, but I have no idea what it is.

“I’ll give you what you need, but only if you do something for me,” he says, refusing to give me any more.

His eyes hold mine hostage as he waits for me to respond.

“Anything,” I finally manage to whisper.

“Count.”

I frown, confused.

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