Page 16 of Only for You
“Goddamn it.” The snarl pierced her sensual haze. “Hot. Tight. So fucking perfect. Just like I remembered.” He withdrew, then returned, this thrust smoother, easier. Still breath-stealing. “I need to open you up for me,” he growled, almost, it seemed, to himself.
More lube poured down her crack, then two fingers spread her, jacking the burn higher. And when he scissored his fingers back and forth, stretching her passage, she mewled in raw, carnal bliss. Once more, he pulled free, and she trapped a shout before it could burst from her lips. But then, the power on the vibrator jacked to a higher level, and as her scream tore through the air, he pushed one cheek back, and pushed a smooth object inside her. The flare of pain pushed back the looming orgasm, and she forced herself to breathe deep through the fiery edges of the invasion. As quick as it roared through her, the sting eased, and she moaned at the fullness of the fat butt plug.
“There you go,” Killian crooned. “Beautiful. You took it so beautifully, I might let you come.” Fingers brushed down her crease, tugged on the plug and sent sensations dancing over the nerve endings in her channel. Then another switch powered to life, and the same buzz that tortured her clit tormented her rear. Pulsing currents transformed her into a live wire, casting her into a realm where everything ceased to exist except the pleasure threatening to tear her apart. If only Killian would let it.
“Oh God.” Shudders quaked through her, and she loosed another keening wail.
“Soon. Hold back for me, Gabriella. Don’t you come until I allow it.” And he rained down a series of swats, covering her ass, switching up the force, the frequency, and placement, keeping her trembling on that crumbling edge over oblivion. The stinging heat melded into one hot pulse between her legs. Thick fingers plunged inside her, twisting, withdrawing, then thrusting back inside. She skidded closer to the ledge, desperately trying to hold back, to not go over.
Pull on the plug. Press of the vibrator. Stroke of the fingers.
Pull. Press. Stroke.
Her screams poured from her on an endless stream.
Pull. Press. Stroke.
She couldn’t…
“Come now, Gabriella. Now.”
She exploded. Imploded. Cracked open and splintered into dozens, hundreds, thousands of pieces. Just before the darkness sucked her under, a sliver of fear pierced the shattering ecstasy.
As she’d been afraid of…she would never be the same.
