Page 190 of Traitor

I smile. "So possessive."

A sound leaves him — half growl, half exhale — and then he's kissing me again, staking his claim with every touch, every move. I feel it through my veins, in my blood. This isn't just sex. This is a reckoning. A homecoming.

And I don't want it to ever end.

He gently nudges my legs further apart, spreading me so much more. I am completely at his mercy. Open to him, bared of all of my secrets. The desire is growing inside me by the second, there's an uncontrollable fire raging under my skin. I want, I need him. Now! And...he's smirking at me from above. Doing nothing all of a sudden. This asshole!

"What do you need, baby?" His voice is a breathless whisper. His fingers trail my body in a barely there touch. He gently tugs on one of my nipples and I almost explode, but he moves too fast. Between my breasts, over my stomach, lower, lower. Anticipation builds like a tornado until the tip of his fingers brush over my clit. Just a brush that makes an impatient noise escape my lips.

"Bones...stop playing," I whine. Because apparently that's what I do now. I whine. For cock. What is he doing to me?

"I like playing with you, baby," he whispers.

"I bet you also like living. You won't be doing much of that if you don't get inside me. Now!" I growl.

He lets out a low chuckle, but it lasts only a second before his expression shifts — his eyes darken, turning molten with intent. Then his thumb presses down on my clit, firm and unrelenting, and pleasure slams through me. My back arches instantly, my eyes fluttering shut as bliss takes over.

"Look at me, Temper. You don't take your eyes off me." It's a command I cannot ignore. My eyes snap open and it's like looking at a wild animal. Feral. He's playing with me but he's barely holding himself together, too.

He shifts his hand, his thumb staying firm on my clit, and that tiny movement sends shockwaves through every inch of me. Two fingers slide into me and a moan spills from my lips, shameless and wrecked.

"Fuck, baby." His voice is rough, filled with tension. He leans over me, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my clit, teasing, tormenting. Then his fingers move inside me — slow, careful, relentless.

His lips crash against mine again, stealing my breath. He moves down my neck, across my shoulder, before his teeth sink in just enough to sting. A sharp bite. Oh, I missed that bite of his so much.

Ripples of pleasure are trying to escape my body, but there's no release. Not yet. I suck in a shuddering breath, in anticipation. He leans back and his other hand goes to my nipples. Pinching. Twisting. Torturing me with a myriad of sensations.

I can't take it anymore. He's already brought me to a point that I would do anything for just a little bit of release. Just that thought almost makes me whine again, like a wounded fucking animal. Because I need more. And by the cocky smirk on his face, he knows it.

"First, you come on my face, baby. Then, on my cock." His command sends a jolt of lightning through me.

He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, his grip firm on my thigh, grounding me even as my body trembles. His fingers never leave me, never falter, keeping up their delicious rhythm. And then I feel it — his breath, hot and teasing, right where I need him most. Scorching. Devouring. A shiver rips through me, every nerve tightening in anticipation. And he's still looking at me, his gaze locked onto mine, darker than ever. That look alone could undo me.

The first lick is slow, reverent. I feel his growl going everywhere inside me. He takes his time bringing me to the edge of my sanity. My pussy walls feel hungry, contracting around his thick fingers. Wanting more. Wanting all of him. I feel the sheets under me getting soaked. I'm lost in ecstasy.

I grip his hair, I squirm, trying to make him go faster. He slaps my thigh hard, his voice an animalistic growl when he speaks.

"Patience, baby." Such an asshole! And I can't even form the words to tell him exactly that anymore.

He continues my slow descent into madness. Going faster and then slowing down when he feels me right at the edge. I'm going to explode, I can't take it anymore.

And as if that wasn't enough, his magical fingers descend on my breasts. Pinching, tugging, twisting, while his mouth licks and sucks. I feel the tip of his tongue flicking faster. He adds another finger inside of me, fucking me like he's trying to ruin me for any other man. But he doesn't realize he already did that, years ago. It's only with him I felt this insanity. It's only with him I felt this lost to the world. It's only with him I've felt this connection.

I try to keep my eyes on him, but it's so fucking hard when all my body wants to do is arch and writhe and close my eyes in pure, pleasurable agony. He looks at me darkly while still sucking and flicking my clit with his tongue. He wants to see me completely unravel. A sharp, icy sensation travels my body. His fingers keep moving, the fire grows to impossible heights. Tension takes over my every muscle. I can't breathe or I'm breathing too hard. I don't even know anymore.

And then - one final flick of his tongue, one tug on my nipple and I explode into a billion pieces, my body shaking uncontrollably. I can't keep my eyes on him anymore, I have no control. I shake and I tremble. And he doesn't stop. But his movements get slower. More gentle. He's going to kill me... through fucking. I just know it. This is just a warning. This is his own revenge.

It's three orgasms later that he finally pulls away from between my legs. I'm a complete fucking mess and I don't even know what planet I live on anymore.

He doesn't give me the time to come back to myself completely. His body covers mine, caging me, and I feel his cock nudging at my entrance. I circle my arms around his neck and press my heels into his ass, needing more. Needing the whole of him.

He kisses me slowly, savoring the moment, and when he finally sinks into me, his breath hitches, his body locks up for a second. He starts moving—

And then it's over.

So fast I barely process it.

He stiffens, a guttural curse slipping past his lips, and then he presses his forehead to my shoulder, his entire body trembling.

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