Page 12 of Gorgeous Nightmare

He’s teasing me.

I allow myself to give in to this moment as my head falls back, mouth opening ever so slightly. I focus on every movement he makes, memorizing every breath and every brush of his fingers. My breath catches when I feel his hand glide between my thighs, claiming what’s already his.

The heat from his hand spreads like fire, igniting a slow burn between my thighs. I can feel the dampness gathering, and I know he feels it too. My cheeks burn with the awareness of it all, just as something cold brushes against the curve of my leg.

The candlestick.

He’s not thinking about…

There’s absolutely no way that would even...

My thoughts snap back into reality when his fingers pull at the thin piece of fabric covering my clit, moving it to the side, allowing him full access to me.

“Such a pretty pussy, princess,” he groans as he glides his finger between my folds. “And you’re already so wet for me.”

I shiver, his words wrapping around me like a noose. No one has ever talked to me like that, let alone my pussy. My hips jerk towards him, begging for more.

His fingers continue to graze the sensitive mound in a slow, increasing glide before he presses two fingers between my lips, spreading them open. He begins to work my clit, gathering my wetness before he breaches my cunt, filling me with the heat of his fingers.

My back arches as he starts to open me up, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that have stars dancing on the edge of my vision. I let out aferal cry, getting lost in the moment, as he drags the candle down to my glistening folds.

I tilt my head up the smallest bit, and it's as if everything slows. He’s hovering at my entrance, on the edge of pressing the candle into me, wick first, his eyes low and hooded. He’s not looking at me, he’s looking at my pussy like it’s his last meal and his sweet addiction. Dark hair falls into his face, his lips parted, and his chest rising fast.

My sweet boy... he’s coming undone.

He lets out a ragged exhale as he burrows the candle deep into me. The stretch has me gasping, its thickness filling me to the brim. My breathing becomes uneven and desperate as he ruins me with every thrust he gives.

“You’re doing so good for me, gorgeous. Just like that,” he groans. “Think I can make it to the bottom?”

A garbled moan escapes my lips as he pushes into me even deeper. He has to be insane; that thing was at least twelve inches long. There’s no fucking wa… and just like that I tople over the edge.

“Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk,” I let out a scream as an orgasm bursts through me.

Shockwaves of ecstasy rolling through me until I’m a shuddering, whimpering mess. I can hear what sounds like water dripping onto the floor.

Did I just squirt?

“You did such a good job for me, gorgeous,” he chuckles as he slowly pulls the candle out of me. “Even turned you into my own personal splash zone.”

A giggle bursts through my lips. How did this man just make me see the Gods, then cause a laughing fit right after?

He’s crawling under my skin, carving out a space I’ll never want to fill with anyone else.

And I welcome every second of it.

CHAPTER 13

Ronan

Holy fuck that was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. It takes a second for my brain to snap back into reality before I gently remove the candle from her.

It’s glistening under the light, drenched in her sweet juices. Her slickness runs along the wax like honey spun in sin, and I have to stop myself from licking it clean right then and there. I have plans for it later.

Grabbing a nearby napkin and glass of water, I soak the towel before moving between her legs. She watches me intently, never breaking her gaze. I reach forward to clean her off and wipe away any remnants of our shared moment.

She looks ethereal like this, freshly fucked and blissed out like a walking goddess.

I wish I could keep her like this forever.

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