Page 132 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re usually a little meaner when you’re horny.”

“Oh, excuse me for having feelings for the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“That’s more like it.” He tossed his towel aside, giving me a perfect view of his mounting arousal. God, he was so beautiful. Every inch of him was perfectly chiseled and sloped. I’d pick up sculpting, just to immortalize him. My fingers itched to reach out and touch him, but I waited for him to climb onto the mattress with me. His thick thighs knocked mine up and apart as he moved over me.

“I’m not fragile,” he echoed the words I’d used after our first time, “only adjusting.”

“Okay.” I swallowed, feeling his hard length press against my center. My hips shifted up against him on their own accord because I needed to feel him, needed him as close as I could get him. “Kiss me.”

“No,” he huffed, holding perfectly still as I tried to gain any sort of traction under him.

“Then touch me.”

“No.”

“Victor, please.” I sounded pathetic and I didn’t care. I slung my hands around his neck for leverage against him, or to pull him to me - or anything. But Victor didn’t budge.

“So impatient.” He smirked and kissed the inside of my wrist. “So needy.” He kissed my other wrist.

I tried bucking my hips into him again, but this time, he spread a hand over my lower abdomen and pushed me deep into the mattress. Despite the distance between our bodies, I still let out a moan at the mere pressure. “Do you like torturing me?”

Victor leaned down slowly, dark lashes lowering over his eyes just before his lips brushed over mine. “Yes,” he whispered, and kissed my jaw.

“I hate you.”

“You’re wriggling and begging me to touch you because you hate me, huh?” He kissed a path along my jaw to the small spotbehind my ear, and all the air spluttered from my lungs. “You hate that?”

“I hate you,” I repeated weakly because he still wouldn’t kiss me.

“Let me see how desperate you are to be fucked by the man you hate.” His voice was a low rasp by my ear.

Leaving a scorching hot path, Victor’s hand trailed down my stomach and dropped into the space between my legs. Without any playful teasing, he dipped two fingers into me. I choked on my own voice. The sudden stretch to my insides set my body ablaze, each nerve firing heat through my systems.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed, and pushed his fingers deeper, “tight and soaking wet for me, baby.”

“Vic-” His name dissolved into a wordless moan as he pushed all the way in, my insides pulsing around his knuckles. I tried to tilt my face to him, tried to get his lips within kissing distance, but all I got was his teeth cutting punishment into my neck. I stilled with a whimper. “Asshole.”

“Want to know one of my favorite things about making you come?” He flicked his tongue over his bite mark, sending a shiver through me. That shiver in turn made me tighten around his hand, prompting another wave of heat.

“I hate you,” I whined and sank my nails into his shoulders, “stop playing with me. Man up and fuck me already.”

“One of my favorite things…” he continued undeterred, sliding his fingers out just an inch, only to curl them inside me. My vision blurred. My heart stilled. I moaned, throwing my head back. “…is when you stop talking.”

“Fuck you,” my voice was barely a raspy squeak anymore, “I’ll talk however much I w-ah.” Victor’s fingers slipped out of me, only to fill me a moment later in a harsh thrust.

“What was that?” Victor finally leaned back, his emerald eyes on me, with a small crinkle between his brows.

“I’ll talk-” My words were cut off again, because he dragged his thumb over my clit, and every bone in my body started shaking.

“Yes?”

He tortured me with his fingers flicking and curling. I was a mouse and he was the cat chasing it through the room for fun before going in for the kill.

“I’ll- I- I…” Thoughts and words incinerated in the heat that washed through me. It furled under my skin, seeking a way out. I grabbed the sheets, and I wasn’t sure if I was pushing against him or away from him. One way or another, I needed to extinguish the fire in my blood before it burned me up.

“You were saying?” Victor stilled and unsheathed his fingers excruciatingly slow.

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