Page 269 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

But as he continues to touch me, his fingers dancing lightly over my skin, I find myself squirming and yearning for more. His touch ignites a fire within me, a burning need that intensifies with each passing second.

“Stay still,” he commands suddenly, and before I know it, my body obeys him without question. “I’ll give you everything you want, tiny darling. And everything you never knew you needed.”

My heart races at the promise in his words, and an urgent electricity courses through me. Despite staying perfectly still on the outside, my insides are pulsing with anticipation for what he has in store for me.

“You’ve never had an orgasm, have you?” His tone is both teasing and knowing.

“An orgasm?” I echo, my frown deepening. “What do you mean?”

“Pleasure,” he murmurs, his finger tapping against a small spot between my legs. I gasp in surprise, unsure of how to react.

He continues, his voice low and seductive, “If I touch you here, do you feel pleasure?”

My body betrays me, instinctively arching toward his touch. “I…I don’t know,” I admit, biting my lip.

“That’s because you’ve never experienced it before.” His lips curl into a wicked grin. “But don’t worry, this is just the beginning.”

Without warning, his hand is between my legs again and he resumes his ministrations. Every touch feels like fire on my skin, driving me mad with desire. He circles around that sensitive spot for what feels like an eternity before moving lower and coating his fingers in my wetness.

I can barely think straight anymore as he expertly manipulates me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. But just as I feel myself getting lost in the sensations, a fleeting thought crosses my mind—one that reminds me that this is all new to me and begs the question: what exactly am I getting myself into?

“H-how do you know that?” I blurt out. “How do you know where to touch me?” The venom in my voice is evident. Perhaps I should just shut up and let him continue to do his thing since he already does it so well. But I cannot stop my brain from wondering how he knows this and where he learned it.

He tilts his head to the side, his gaze heavy with desire as he watches me. His expression is languid, but there’s a fiery intensity in his eyes that sends shivers down my spine.

“I prepared. For you,” he says in a deep, seductive tone.

My heart races at his words, anticipation building within me.

“And how exactly did you prepare?” I ask, breathless.

“I read a lot,” he murmurs, sliding his hands under my naked buttocks and lifting my hips closer to his face. My skin tingles at his touch, and I can feel myself growing wet with need.

He presses his face against my sex, inhaling my scent deeply. “I read all the ways I could pleasure you. With my fingers, with my tongue…” And to prove his words, he leans forward and swipes his tongue over my sensitive flesh.

The sensation is so unexpected, so overwhelming that I let out a loud cry of pleasure.

He chuckles, the warm breath from his mouth causing me to shiver with delight.

“But that was just the theoretical side. Let’s see how I do in practice.”

With that, he wraps his lips around my pleasure bud, sucking it into his mouth. The combination of pressure and suction sends waves of pleasure through me, rendering me completely lost in the moment. My mind goes blank as I give in to the intense sensations brought on by his touch.

“Exquisite,” he purrs against me. “You taste so damn good, I could spend an eternity feasting on you.”

I gasp and dig my heels into the ground as I grab onto his hair, pulling hard. Yes, an eternity sounds rather good so long as he keeps doing that to me.

He doesn’t seem to mind when I tug too hard onto his hair. In fact, my reaction only spurs him further as he swirls his tongue around my bud before sucking on it again, this time putting more pressure on it.

His fingers dig in the flesh of my buttocks as he holds on to me tightly.

Using his teeth, he nibbles on my bud, scraping it lightly at first before biting so hard on it I jump up and release a high-pitched scream.

His chuckle reverberates against me as he slowly licks me again to make up for that brief moment of pain. Yet as much as it surprised me when it happened, the bite of pain only served to intensify the pleasure as he teases me with his tongue.

But just as some type of pressure builds inside of me, he stops. He gazes up at me, a mischievous smile on his face.

“How am I doing so far?” He has the gall to ask me when I’m so close to the precipice I can almost feel it. I may not logically recognize this feeling I’m seeking, but on a primal level my body seems to know.

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