Page 82 of Dark & Dreadful Brutes

I didn’t really know what I was doing, but he said he could use his hand to get himself off.

When I squeezed, he bit down harder on my clit, and I screamed.

The climax hit me, hard.

My body jerked as the pleasure cut through me, my eyes glued to Ravv’s cock as he lost control in my grip, throbbing and releasing all over my hand.

I struggled to catch my breath as he kept feasting on me, his tongue moving slower to give my body time to recover.

“Show me how to touch you,” I breathed, as I finally released his erection.

“No.” He growled the word into my mind. “Let me focus on you.”

“I want to focus on you,” I shot back, shivering as one of his fingers slid to my asshole and dragged over the sensitive skin.

“Just enjoy what I’m doing to you.”

“Give me what I want, and I will.”

He snarled at me again—but finally peeled me off his face and flipped me to my back. I landed with a huff, and he tugged my undergarment the rest of the way down my legs before tossing it to the ground.

He left his shorts where they were, so I leaned over and pulled them down to his knees, revealing the rest of him to me.

Veil, he was gorgeous.

Massive, muscular, and still so damn turned on.

Ravv grabbed my hand as he kneeled beside me. He wrapped my slick palm around his erection, and slowly dragged it down the hard length of him.

All words died in my throat as I stroked him with his help—once, twice, and a third time.

He gritted his teeth and grabbed one of my thighs, pulling me closer before his fingers hooked inside me.

“How many times can you climax?” I asked him.

It felt like a stupid question, but I didn’t think he’d find it stupid.

“I usually stop after one. Theoretically, there’s no limit.” The words were a growl through a clenched jaw, and heated me further.

His eyes closed as I peeled his hand off mine, so I was free to touch him how I wanted. Changing the motion, I rolled my hand just a little. His face twisted in a silent snarl, his hips jerking and his cock somehow growing even harder.

I continued working him until he erupted again, and satisfaction settled in my chest.

“Veil, Lae.” The words were gritty and harsh, but not in anger, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he opened his eyes.

His fingers were still between my thighs, stroking my clit and buried inside me. I was breathing fast, my own hips moving with the need that had swelled inside me.

“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled, pulling my hand off his cock. He lowered himself to the bed until his face found the center of my thighs, then grabbed my slick hand.

My mouth went dry as he lowered it to my core, then rubbed my fingers over my wetness, combining the evidence of his pleasure with mine.

He inhaled deeply, and his chest rumbled loudly.

An image flashed through my mind—one of his cock sliding into the slick heat of my core—and I wanted it.

Veil, I wanted it.

But—

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