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When I’m done, he kneels again between my legs.
“Again.”
CHAPTER FOUR
POV: Roman
She doesn’t speak when I bind her wrists.
Harper lies on her back with no strain. Just the weight of knowing she can’t move unless I let her. She is already breathing faster. She is placed on the center of my bed with her legs parted, naked but for the blindfold.
I haven’t touched her yet.
The room is clean—stone, black leather, nothing soft but the bed. The sheets are warm beneath her. She doesn’t reach for me. She waits.
She’s learning fast.
I press one hand to her stomach, just enough for her to feel the shape of me kneeling above her. She jerks under it.
“You nervous?”
She nods.
“You should be.”
She whimpers when I speak. I reach between her legs. My fingers find her soaked. Her wet pussy comes into view, it's glistening and hot.
She’s not just ready, but needy and sensitive already.
Perfect.
I stroke her slowly. Not enough.
She moans.
I stop. Then start again. I watch her try not to beg.
She’s shaking in less than a minute. Her hips roll, searching for more. I keep my pace the same. I pause for a moment and sigh.
I revel in the sight of her soft bare pussy. Her lips are swollen, her clit is peeking out. Her scent is sweet and musky in the humid air. I caress her smooth thighs and circle her inner sides close to her pussy before leaning in and taking in the velvety scent.
My tongue drags and I flick it along her soft, bare lips. Her legs are trembling. I part her folds, like an oyster and dip my tongue inside. A gasp escapes her.
I slip my index finger up into her dripping wetness, and another one in her tight little ass. Her moans grow louder as I keep playing with my mouth and fingers.
“Please,” she breathes. “I’m close—”
I dip my head and slide my tongue over her. Quick, precise flicks. Nothing deep. She jerks again.
Then she gasps. Again. I don’t stop.
Her hands curl against the restraints.
“Roman—”
“Those tears?” I whisper against her as I raise my head to find her wet cheeks. “They mean I’m doing it right.”
She cries out when I say it. Loud. She’s close again. I feel it in the way her legs try to snap shut, in the way her body bucks when I don’t let them.
