Page 64 of The Refiner

I don’t know what he means by fighting him nor do I have time to really think about it because his finger is at my slit, gathering the wetness that he caused earlier with that same finger, and his mouth… his tongue circles my clit.

My head hits the mattress while my stomach clenches, my legs snapping closed on instinct. I can’t remember the last time someone went down on me, but I can assure you, it never felt like this. It never shot pleasure up my spine and made my toes curl and my womb ache. My body craves this man and mourns his absence when he lifts his head, grinning wide. “Hold your knees apart.”

Heaven help me, I do it without argument. I’m desperate to feel him inside me.

“That’s my girl,” he praises, a sly grin gracing his face. “Now, keep them open.”

I hold my legs tighter, just because the way he said to keep them open sounded more like a challenge and less like a demand, and I’m always one to take on a worthy opponent.

When Astor’s satisfied that I’m ready, he presses another finger to my slit, wetting his fingers and pushing them inside. My breath catches as he bears down on the rippled, sensitive flesh. My legs tremble in my hands and it takes all the strength I have not to let them clamp around him.

Easing in and out, Astor quirks a brow. “Can you handle more?”

“I want you—all of you.” My gaze drifts lower, telling him exactly what I’m ready for more of. It’s been a long time since I’ve got the recommended dosage of vitamin D. I’m prepared to spend the night giving my body some much needed nourishment.

Astor lowers his head, his fingers pushing in farther, and then he attacks. His teeth rake across my clit, his lips closing over me, sucking me, torturing me with every slight movement of his tongue. “Astor.” I almost cry at saying his name. “Astor, please.” He’s not giving me enough to tip me over the edge into orgasmic territory. He’s priming me, and at this point, I’m not above begging. “Dr. Potter, I need you!”

His mouth releases. His fingers stop. Time seems to stand still as I release my legs and clasp his cheeks in my hands, lifting his eyes to mine. “I don’t need many people, but I need you right now.”

I try not to read into why I phrase my sentence that way, or why I’m even on my back in this man’s bed. I only focus on how he makes me feel.

Without another word, Astor stands, slipping my legs over his head, and pulls my leggings off. He takes a longer lingering look while he reaches over and plucks a condom out of the drawer in the nightstand. His pants are pushed down to his thighs and his cock sheathed a moment later. “Are you sure?” He stares down at me, so strong and confident, and I grab my legs, holding them like he instructed earlier.

“Ye—”

He doesn’t let me finish before he impales me with his cock. There’s no other word for it as the intrusion steals my breath and sets my body on fire as it works to accommodate him.

“Oh, shit,” he breathes, his hands going to my tits.

“Oh, shit is right,” I agree, dropping a leg and trying to wiggle slightly to the left to find some relief that just won’t come. Astor is consuming me from the inside out. I can’t breathe without feeling his presence inside me. It’s a delightful fullness that warms me down to my toes.

I’m held still, a delicious bite at my center with his movement. “I told you not to let go of your legs.”

No, he did not just scold me when he’s the sole reason I’m squirming.

“Well, if you—”

He pushes a finger into my mouth, making me taste myself. “The time for talking was earlier when I texted you.” His hips roll and I groan at the pressure. “When I called you.” He shoves another finger inside my mouth. “When I showed up at your doorstep and knocked.” This time, he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts back in.

I bite his fingers, breathing through the waves of pleasure.

“That won’t happen again, Keys. Do we understand each other?”

He doesn’t remove his fingers for me to speak, so I nod instead.

“I don’t care if you don’t want to talk to me—you will, even if you need to scream at me to get it out. You will not ignore me.”

He pounds into me hard enough that I drop a leg again.

“Never again, Keys.”

Finally, he pulls his fingers out, hitching the leg I dropped with one of his hands. I can feel the primal need to dominate consume him as he looks at me for an answer.

“Never again,” I promise with a whisper.

It’s all he needs to thrust into me, hitching my leg higher, pounding that sensitive place inside me. One of us shouts or cries, I can’t tell who through the blinding rush of euphoria as Astor lifts my ass off the bed, owning me and ruining whatever is left inside me.

He took my body.

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