Page 96 of Goldsin

“C-can’t, s-sorry,” she breathes.

I groan before bringing my lips back between her legs. This time I bite, making her scream as her head rolls backward and she pulls mecloserwith her fingers. I grab her hands away from my hair, pinning them back above her head.

If she wants me, she’ll have to beg for it.

I’m back on top of her, and I stare down at her, so needy for me. “Tell me what you want.” I watch her shiver beneath me. “Beg for it.”

When she doesn’t speak I grind into her.

Her body twitches. She arches her back and draws me closer. “Please fuck me.” Eyes burning with fire, shedoesn’t even blink as she looks at me, waiting to see how far I’ll take it.

“You can do better than that.” I grab her chin in a tight grip.

Her lips brush with mine as she whispers against them, “I want you to spread me open. I want you to make me come until I can’t think of anyone else but you. I want you to brand me.”

My dick is so fucking hard. I don’t know how much longer I can stare at those green eyes without going insane.

“Tell me what you are.” I yank her underwear to the side and thrust a finger in, finding her needy for me. She soaks my finger as I slide deeper, and when I flick my thumb over her clit, her hips buck.

“Julian,” she gasps.

“What are you, golden one?” My thumb strokes while I pump in and out of her. The slick sounds intertwine with her hastened breaths, and I think I could come with just this view.

She’s spread open, eager for my touch as she begs for release.

Her lips part.

“Tell me,” I groan.

Her body twitches, taunting, as her eyes close.

I tsk, pulling my finger out of her when she closes her legs too, preventing my hand from leaving her aching core.

“Please.” Her voice is raw, cheeks red.

“I’ll let you come if you tell me what you are.”

She nods then pushes my fingers backbetween her legs. We both groan at the sensation. When I don’t move, her hips buck, grinding on my hand, and I let her as I curl my fingers, touching her sweet spot, then circle her clit.

“Julian?” she pants.

“Yes, golden one?”

I feel her pulse around my finger. “I-I’m yours.”

And she screams. Her body clenches, head lolling back as her breath gets stuck inside. Her orgasm washes over her, and I’m over the edge with her.

Only, I don’t come. The need to bite down on her throat overcomes me, but I crush her lips with mine instead. She tastes of damnation. Like sweet death. In a blink she could ruin me.

Her lips part, inviting me in, and I dart my tongue inside. She spreads her hands over my chest before she’s ripping the buttons open, nails raking over my skin. Biting, scratching. Leaving me souvenirs of the night.

My mouth’s hungry for her. I bite her lip, sucking it in before letting it go with a pop. Not even a second later, her lips are back, locked with mine, our tongues dancing as her moans get swallowed down.

“Be at the party tomorrow,” I order between kisses.

“No,” she whispers before biting my lower lip. Her tongue pokes out to lick the raw skin.

“Stubborn girl.”

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