Page 123 of Goldsin

If I open my mouth I might explode. The way he’s making me feel would come out in the form of a moan. A plea for him to make me come.

Biting down on my lower lip harder, I restrain myself from moaning out loud as he flogs my nipple. Goose bumps erupt, and I feel my body shake with ...need.

My orgasm builds.

If he continues, I might rip his clothes off and fuck him senseless. Or just collapse from the overwhelming sensation flowing over me.

I—

My lips part, and I rub my legs together, attempting to relieve the pressure as it mounts within me.

I’m so close.

I arch my back, the cold glass of the window heightening my perception, and my head falls back.

A wave of ecstasy floods through me, and just as I’m about to come, it quickly disappears.

Julian stops, leaving me hanging in complete desperation.

“You bastard!” I wheeze, boiling over in frustration. Tears threaten to fall down my cheeks from the electricity of the emotions coursing through me.

He wraps his hand around my throat, constricting my air supply, and presses his lips against mine. “Tell me, how much do you want to come?”

I wet my lips, battling with myself—losing myself in his tempting eyes.

Should I give in to him or not?

Something tickles the side of my hips. Up, under my breasts, then back down my stomach, getting a little stuck every time it runs over the oil. Heightening every agonizing feathery touch.

“Tell me,” he whispers, tightening his grip around my neck. “How do you feel right now?” He tilts his head. “Are you drenched between your legs?” He moves the feather closer to my bundle of nerves. “Does the thought of all the dirty things I could do to you while you’re tied up and helpless make you even wetter? Do you like the idea that people could be watching us through the window?”

I’m panting. Not from the lack of oxygen, but from his descriptive questions. From his words as they heighten my arousal, stealing the strength from my legsas the oil-slicked feather brushes over my clit, making my body twitch with need.

I can’t take it anymore.

I need him. And I need him to make me come.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Say it.” His thumb caresses the pulse in my throat. “Tell me you won’t kill Victoria tomorrow, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Gritting my teeth, I’m tempted to resist and disobey him, to spit in his face and tell him no, but the sensation between my legs is overwhelming. It’s too sensitive for me to just ignore.

My body is burning up with each second he taunts me with the promise of release.

I want him.

I want him more than the thought of killing Victoria right now.

“Fine.” A small part of me wheezes at the defeat, but the rest of me buzzes with anticipation. “I won’t kill Victoria. Now make me fucking come.”

He crashes his lips to mine, hungry for my taste as I fight for his. Our tongues meet, desperation evident in the way we cling to one another.

He plunges two fingers inside of me, and I gasp into the kiss. His lips devour any sound I make at the sudden intrusion. Thrusting his fingers fast, he adds another, and I moan in appreciation.

His other hand, wrapped around my throat, strains, squeezing my neck hard as he feels the pulsing sensation of my pleasure building between my legs. With each thrust, he hits the sweet spot inside of me and pleasurebuilds.

Until it becomes too much to bear.

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