Page 134 of Renegade Ruin

I laugh. “Like the stone?”

“Like our beginning.”

If I thought she was meant for me before, her safe word just solidified it times ten.

“Fine. Emerald it is.” I drag the chain up her abdomen and across her nipples, loving the way they are peaked and needy and waiting for me. “Now breathe for me. Focus on each breath.”

She does, each one a little less shaky than the one before. On her fifth breath, I pinch her nipple between my forefinger and thumb and tug it up before replacing my fingers with the clamp.

“Fuck,” she rasps, her hips jerking once, then twice, riding the friction of my cock alone. She exhales, her body shuttering as her thighs clench around mine.

“Holy shit, Kitten, did you just come?”

Her chest rises and falls, rapidly flooding with the same pink that paints her cheeks. She gives a sheepish nod.

“Words, Willow.”

“Yes,” she admits, heat filling her cheeks. “It wasn’t enough, though. Almost like hearing the beginning of a song and waiting for the drop, only it never comes.”

“Damn.” I groan. “As much as I want to be angry it wasn’t on my cock or tongue, that was quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yes. And I’m filing away nipple play as one of my new favorite pastimes.”

“Please, fuck me,” she whines, gyrating her hips in search of the friction only I can give her. “It wasn’t enough.”

“Patience, sweetheart. You still have one more nipple in need of jewelry.”

Her groan makes me chuckle.

I love this side of her. When she crosses over from playing the perfect little debutant and gives in to every filthy fantasy she keeps hidden behind her manicured smiles.

Leaning over, I repeat the same process on her other nipple. She whimpers a stifled “please” again, but there’s no release this time. Though, if the way she squirms beneath me is any indication, she’s close.

I briefly consider tugging the chain connecting her nipples, but I don’t want her coming again on anything but my cock or my tongue.

The thought spurs me to slide back and drop onto my elbows. Her pink pussy lips glisten in front of me with her arousal, and I see the darker pink of her asshole. I swallow a groan, remembering the sight of it with an emerald jewel popping out.

Soon.

First, I need to taste her.

I smooth my hands down her thighs, willing her body to relax while using the connection to remind her it’s just me and her.

When her breathing evens out, I strike, sealing my mouth onto her pussy.

“Oh God.” She hisses, her thighs snapping up to cradle my head between them.

My hands dig into the supple flesh and force them down so I can devour her. I work my lips and tongue, humming against her clit until she’s bucking against my face like a damn bronco.

“Ahhh, that’s—that feels amazing. I’m gonna?—”

I back off, staving off her orgasm by blowing cool air on her swollen lips.

Willow wines and I slide my fingers inside her, keeping her on edge as I let them play until they are dripping with her.

“Please, Bishop,” she begs. “I need to come.”

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