Page 105 of Savage Torment

“Besides,” I add, running my fingertips over his t-shirt. “Have you considered that being bound changes something in me too?”

His jaw falls slack, his tongue glazing his bottom lip once again. “So fucking beautiful and so damn smart,” he rasps, grinding his cock between my thighs again. “Give me permission and I’ll go look for myself.”

I frown in confusion, but quickly catch up when he trails his hands over my thighs.

Fuck.

I think my cheeks are literally on fire, but despite the wariness, I’ve been intrigued all day.

I nod, but he immediately shakes his head.

“Say it.”

I clear my throat, but it does nothing to dislodge the lump that has formed. Even still, I want it enough to croak around it. “You have permission.”

His fingers trail under the leg of my shorts, instantly finding the apex of my thighs, and I clench, my spine stiffening as goosebumps prickle over my face.

“Eyes on me, Amica Mea,” he groans as he teases the edge of my panties, and I almost fall forward. Catching myself with my hands planted firmly on his shoulders, I lift my gaze from my lapto find his eyes darker than ever. “I want to watch you fall apart as I take what’s mine,” he rasps, his voice rich with the remnants of woodsmoke and gravel.

My pulse rings in my ears as he teases the tip of his finger over my clit, drawing perfect little circles before he slips down to where we both want him to be the most. I tense as he finds my entrance, nerves getting the better of me, but he doesn’t slip deep into my center. Instead, he teases me, drawing more light circles.

“Fuck,” he grunts, eyes narrowed to slits as his chest falls in short, sharp gasps.

His other hand flexes at my waist and I’m certain there will be fingerprint bruises in his wake when we’re done. I wonder which of us will be more proud?

My thoughts are obliterated a moment later as he slowly thrusts one finger into my sensitive core, and I shiver, the movement easing the tension bunching my muscles together.

A soft moan parts my lips and the corner of his mouth curls in triumph.

“You’re going to ride my fingers now, Amica Mea,” he states, no question in sight, just an order.

He adds a second finger to the mix and I know the smooth entrance isn’t just because of how wet he makes me, but the reason he wants me in this moment too.

My blood.

I lift up onto my knees a little more, offering him better access, and he uses it to his advantage, shifting his hand into the perfect position before I take the metaphorical reins he offers me and sink down onto his fingers.

“Fuck.”

We both groan, our breaths mingling together as the embarrassment dissolves and desire takes full control.

Watching him react to me is addicting. They way his jaw ticks, the darkness in his eyes, the rasp to his groans, it’s intoxicating. I want to dance for him, perform on his fingers, make him watch me like I watch him.

“Grind against my palm, Polaris. Paint my fingers with your blood,” he grinds out, but this time it isn’t an order, it’s a plea.

A plea for me.

Holy crap.

Desperate, I do as he says, grinding against his palm like my life depends on it. The intensity of his stare only makes it hotter, and like a puppet on his string, I fall apart, climaxing with a whimper as my pussy pulses around his fingers.

Everything feels extra sensitive as he wrings my body out. I’m ready to collapse in his arms, but the look in his eyes, the sparkle right at the corner, promises more.

Another shiver runs down my spine as he retreats, the loss of his fingers at my core enough to make me pout, but my jaw quickly falls slack as he holds up his hand between us. Crimson streaks run down his fingers, a sight that should embarrass the hell out me, but watching the desire on his face leaves me speechless.

With his eyes locked on mine, he runs his tongue over one finger, then another, making a show of licking my release and blood. With every swipe of his tongue, a snarl parts his lips, again and again, until his hand almost shows no trace of me.

My teeth sink into my lip, a part of me desperate to stain him repeatedly as I claim him right back. My thoughts must flash across my face because a moment later, I’m launched off his lap and swiftly maneuvered to my hands and knees.

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