Page 43 of Trapped By the Cartel

I worked him slowly, using every trick I knew to drive him wild. Sucking, licking, twirling my tongue around the head. Each movement drew forth a new response, a new curse uttered from between clenched teeth.

But just as I felt him nearing the edge, I pulled back, denying him release. His eyes flew open, blazing with frustration and desire.

"You little tease," he growled, flipping us over so that he now hovered above me.

"I learned from the best," I taunted, grinning wickedly.

He laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that warmed me from within. Then, his expression turned serious, hungry. Bending down, he returned the favor, parting my thighs and settling himself between them.

The first swipe of his tongue sent shockwaves through me. I cried out, grasping at the sheets beneath me as he devoured me, his mouth skilled and unyielding. Every flick, every suck, brought me closer to ecstasy, yet always stopped short of sending me tumbling over the edge.

Just when I thought I might lose my mind, he would pause, blowing cool air across my heated flesh or nuzzling my inner thigh, driving me crazy with need.

And then, he would start all over again, building me up, bringing me to the brink, only to pull back at the last second.

It was torture, a sweet, delicious torment that had me writhing beneath him, begging for release.

"Please, Damon," I pleaded. "Please let me come."

"Definitely not yet," he replied, breathing with difficulty. "Not until I say so."

As our lovemaking continued, I found myself growing increasingly frustrated with Damon's teasing tactics. He seemed determined to draw out our pleasure indefinitely, pushing us both to the limits of endurance.

"Why are you torturing me like this?" I groaned, bucking my hips against his face once more. "You're killing me."

His chuckle vibrated against my sensitive skin, sending shivers coursing through me. "Patience, my dear omega," he murmured, pausing briefly before diving back in, his tongue swirling expertly around my entrance.

I gasped, gripping the sheets tightly as waves of sensation washed over me. My orgasm built steadily, coiling in my core like a spring ready to snap. But just as I felt myself nearing the edge, Damon pulled away again, leaving me panting and desperate.

"You bastard!" I cried out, my fists clenching. "You can't keep doing this!"

He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound that made my blood boil. "Oh, but I can," he taunted, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. I could taste myself on his lips, salty and tangy, heightening my arousal.

Frustrated beyond belief, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rolled us over, pinning him beneath me. His eyes widened in surprise, but before he could react, I slid down his torso, taking his cock deep into my throat.

He cursed, his fingers tangling in my hair as I worked him with eager enthusiasm. I wanted to make him lose control, to show him that two could play at this game. And judging by the feral sounds escaping his lips, I was succeeding.

"Elliot..." he growled, warning lacing his tone. "If you don't stop..."

I ignored him, doubling my efforts, sucking harder, faster. His hips bucked off the bed, driving his cock deeper into my mouth. The room filled with the sounds of our moans and wet, sloppy noises.

Damon's grip tightened in my hair, pulling me off him suddenly. I looked up, startled, to find him breathing heavily, his eyes wild with lust.

"I said, stop," he rasped, his voice ragged. "But you didn't listen."

A wicked grin spread across my face. "Oops," I teased, licking my lips. "Looks like someone needs to teach me a lesson."

His expression darkened, a primal hunger gleaming in those ice-blue depths. In one swift motion, he flipped us over again, positioning himself between my thighs.

My thoughts were interrupted abruptly as Damon grabbed both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. Before I could protest, he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a burning kiss. His tongue plunged in, dominant and unyielding, exploring every inch of my mouth.

I moaned into him, bucking my hips involuntarily as desire coursed through me. He responded by grinding his hardness against mine, drawing a gasp from my lips as pleasure shot through me.

"Damon…" I panted, breaking the kiss only to have him trail hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. "Please…"

He chuckled darkly, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "Please what, omega?" he taunted, nipping at my earlobe. "Tell me what you want."

"You," I gasped, arching my back as he sucked hard on my pulse point. "I want you."

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