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“Tarynn?”

I bite down on my bottom lip. I have a feeling if I’m honest, he’ll laugh at me. No, he won’t. Raven wouldn’t either. I might burst into a laugh attack at myself, and that would be just as bad.

“I just thought that doing more taboo stuff would be crazy good.”

“It’s not crazy good?”

“It’s just… regular level good. I feel bad for making you do that.” I dare to look at him, but when I catch a glimpse of his face over my shoulder, all I see there is determination.

“We can try something different. Touch your clit for me.”

I obey eagerly, missing his hand as soon as he takes it away. He drags his fingers through my slit, gathering my juices. I press too eagerly on my clit, nearly mashing it in my haste.

“Slowly,” Crow commands in a deep voice that makes my knees feel like water. “I don’t want you to make yourself come.”

“That hardly seems fair,” I pant. It is my body, after all.

“I want you so edged out, so right there, so wild with need, begging to be fucked, that when I finally do, it won’t…”

He trails off and my fingers freeze. “That it won’t what?” I prod.

“That it won’t hurt.”

The fact that he’s so obviously worried about that, makes me soft and fuzzy. His care is a warm blanket in front of a fire. To look at home, no one would take him for a big old softie on the inside.

“I’m not that worried about it.”

“All the same.”

I grind my teeth in frustration, but ease off my clit.

He makes up for it but running his fingers around the rim of my asshole. He presses one in slowly, before I know what’s coming. My palms slap against the glass.

“Oh my god! That’s—different.”

“Different good?”

Shockwave. High voltage shockwaves that pulse through me hard enough to make me tremble. “Yeah.” I work my clit, letting my fingers dance away when it gets too be too much.

Between his finger thrusting lightly into my tight hole, and my own touch, the pleasure ebbs and recedes, builds again, and is torn away. Each time I get ready to fly, the temptation to let myself fall over that edge is torn away. It sets all my nerves on edge, until I’m tight enough to snap.

At this point, getting to come would be a relief. Sweet, painful, pleasureful relief.

Another few minutes is all I can take. I have to grasp my wrist and tear my hand away before I make the tingling pleasure peak. I’m high on it. Frantic for it.

“Crow… I can’t- I- will you fuck me now? Please?”

He stops teasing my asshole. The pause probably only lasts for a fraction of a second, but it feels like half an eternity.

Finally, he moves. He stands up abruptly and turns off the shower. Opens the door, snatches a huge white towel, and wraps it around me from behind. He doesn’t get one for himself. He sweeps me up in his arms, his muscles and tattoos flexing all over the place. He’s as beautiful as a statue, a fallen angel, a dark god.

The little thrill that the last bit of blasphemy sparks doesn’t make me feel guilty the way it used to.

If this is corruption, I want more. I want it all.

Chapter 16

Crow

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