I grab her chin and turn her face to me.

"Look at me, Annie," I command, and her eyes meet mine.

"Cole," she pleads.

"Shh," I murmur, and lean down, brushing my lips against hers.

She moans and surges forward, but I keep it light, teasing, just a hint of a touch.

"Please," she whispers.

"Please, what?"

"Make me come."

"You'll come," I say, and her body relaxes for a moment, until I continue. "When I decide you can come."

She whimpers and opens her mouth to protest, but I shake my head.

"You said you wanted this, right?" I say.

Her eyes are wide, and her lips tremble, but a second later, she nods.

"Then this is how it is, Annie," I say. "I decide when you come."

I lean down and kiss her, hard and deep, and she whimpers and moans against my mouth.

When I pull back, her eyes are dark and unfocused, and a shudder goes through her.

"Understand?" I ask, and she blinks and nods.

"I won't remind you again," I say patiently.

"Yes," she says, stumbling over the word. "I understand."

"Good girl," I say, and she shivers again, her lips parting.

I smirk and slide down her body again.

"Think you're ready to continue," I murmur and close my mouth over her pussy again.

"Another wh—oh God," she cuts off, her body tensing, as my mouth closes over her pussy again.

Chapter Eighteen

Annie

I think I'm dying. I'm breathing fire. My thoughts are scattered. I have no control over my body or the babbling words tumbling out of my mouth as Cole eats me like a man eating his last meal.

It's definitely better than some other ways to die.

But if I am going to die, I want to come first.

I feel that familiar feeling building inside of me, the long pulls of pleasure in my belly. I couldn't keep quiet if my life depended on it.

Luckily, Cole's mansion is so damn big, and the rooms seemingly soundproof, that I can be loud.

"Cole," I beg, my hands gripping his hair as he takes me up, up, up the cliff.