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He squeezed his fingers together on either side of my slit and licked, one long slow stroke of his tongue that sent me shuddering.

“Ohhh,” I groaned.

“Don’t pretend for me, kitten.”

“I’m not… I’m not—”

“Hush.”

He licked me again, and then his hand came back up to twist my nipple, hard, at the same time as he thrust two fingers into me. I gasped at the pain mixed with pleasure. My body didn’t know how to react.

He continued. With every hard pinch of my nipple he would lick my swollen clit, then go back to stroking me on both sides with his fingers. Then he would twist my erect nipple and thrust his fingers in, and my body clenched around him, wanting more, needing more.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. The room was hot, so hot. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted release. Oh god, I needed it soon or I’d faint.

“Please,” I said. “Please.”

He slapped me across the face and twisted both my nipples so hard it felt like burning. I screamed.

“That’s the scream I want,” he said. He bent his head down to my aching nub and sucked hard, his mouth sealed around me as he thrust his fingers once again into my body. Oh, god, it felt so good. I was there, I was almost there—

He pulled his fingers out.

I bucked my hips up, searching for release, but it did not come. I opened my mouth, and the scream that escaped me was a gasping scream, hoarse with desire.

“Tell me you want me, kitten,” he whispered.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. I couldn’t. I couldn’t.

He touched me on either side with his fingers and I twisted, wanting him inside of me.

“Say it. Tell me you want me.”

“No.”

He pressed hard, and my body rocked into him, hips arching, but his fingers were gone, the pressure eased.

“Say it.”

I moaned, the sound filling the room. Only pretend. This wasn’t real. Say anything, confess everything. It didn’t matter.

It didn’t matter. Who would know? Who would ever think it was the truth? I opened my mouth and made my confession, and if it was true then I was the only one to know it.

“I want you.”

He licked me hard, again, his tongue flicking once at the top and sending white hot shocks of pleasure through my body. I was almost there, god, I was so close—

“Say it agai—”

“I want you!” My voice was ragged, my tongue thick in my mouth. “I want you. I want you.”

He twisted my nipples as he thrust his fingers in me, three short thrusts and thenoutand no! God, no, I needed it, I needed more, I needed all of him—

“Louder.”

“I want you!” I screamed. “Please! I want you! I want you! Gavriel, I want you!”

He sat back on the bed, his hands no longer on me. My body shook with the ache of desire, unsatisfied. Lust tore through me, a hard pain that made my teeth chatter.

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