Page 224 of Inferno

I can’t deny it. It does feel good.

His hips grind against me as he expertly makes me forget everything else, other than how incredible he makes me feel.

“Such a good little slut for daddy, aren’t you?”

I let out a whimper as he slides off my panties and tosses them on the floor.

“Don’t move,” he whispers.

He jumps off the bed, I hear his heavy feet down the stairs and swiftly back up. Time seems to stand frozen as I wait for him.

That mischievous glint in his eye makes me nervous, yet he’s excited as he reappears in the doorway.

“Close your eyes.”

I let them close and hold my breath.

“And breathe, baby. The only pain I will ever inflict from now on will be to aid your pleasure.”

His voice gets louder as he approaches and the bed dips as he rejoins me, pushing back open my legs wider and settling between them.

A tiny whimper escapes me as he pulls on the string of my tampon.

“You are safe with me,” he whispers, as it pops out and tosses it in the trash.

He slides in two fingers as he continues to circle my clit with his thumb, adding enough pressure to have sparks flying as he leans in closer and sucks on my throat.

“God, you’re beautiful at my mercy.”

I gasp as the freezing cold block connects to my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me.

“Declan.” I arch my back, just as he laces his fingers around my neck.

“Feel everything, Charlotte. Let go. Just like you did in Italy. Be mine.” His deep Irish accent soothes me and turns me on something crazy.

“Y-yes, sir.”

I discreetly open my eyes as he repositions himself lower down, almost in a sniper position between my legs. In a slow motion he runs the ice along my slit, and I shiver in response. I’m so close to the edge I’m almost shaking.

“Fuck,” I cry out as the icy cool is replaced by the heat of his tongue.

“Good girl, see how good I can make you feel?”

I nod and snap my eyes closed, but I desperately want to see him enjoy me.

“I want to watch, sir,” I beg, and he chuckles.

“Open those beautiful eyes then.”

I blink them open, and he’s staring up at me, his eyes full of raw hunger for me. He places the ice back in his hand and offers it to me.

“Play with this on your nipples,” he orders, and I take the cube between my index finger and thumb.

My nipples tingle as he licks me slowly and sensually.

“Just like that, baby. Pinch them, show me what you want me to do to them.”

A shock runs through me, a sharp pain against the cool, balanced against the warmth from his tongue on my pussy.

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