Page 257 of Fangs
“I want you to do what you want with me,” I whispered, surprising myself. I wasn’t sure why I was giving him back the control he’d given me. Maybe it was a test. Maybe I wanted to see what he would do with it. Maybe a part of me liked the way he’d dominated me, pinned me to the wall, and fucked me with his fingers until I was dripping—just like I’d asked.
His grin became downright feral. “Careful what you wish for.”
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my stomach, right below my navel, and it struck me.
Itrustedhim.
That was it. I could hand him control because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me with it.
“Tell me.” I barely recognized my breathless whisper.
He glanced back up at me, his eyes so dark it almost reminded me of that moment when darkness had filled Menace’s eyes, shadows swallowing the brilliant blue. He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for me to continue.
“Tell me what you’re gonna do to me.”
His teeth flashed as he grinned. “You wanna know what I’m gonna do to you?” His hands slid from the backs of my thighs to the front, slow and tortuous. “First, I’m gonna fuck you with my tongue right here against the wall.” He shifted even closer, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, urging my legs apart. “And you’re gonna be a good girl and not make a sound.”
I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip, electricity zipping through my veins.
“Right, Freckles?” His hands were sliding higher, so close to where I desperately wanted them.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He locked eyes with me, and then his mouth closed over my center. I sucked in a breath and then bit my lip again, trying to stay quiet as his tongue swirled around my clit. His eyes crinkled with amusement, and he slipped a finger inside of me. My entire body tensed, clenching with pleasure as he stroked my walls. Despite his words, he moved at a leisurely pace, almost torturously slow. I squirmed above him, grinding against his face, desperate. He hummed low in his throat, and the vibration against my clit made me gasp.
“Fuck,” I panted, my voice barely a whisper.
He added a second finger, curling them inside me, and the heat built and built, but he kept me teetering on the edge, slowing down every time I neared the peak.
“Lee,” I begged.
He grinned up at me. “What do you say?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“You want to come?”
That look on his face was fuckingwicked.
“Iwanttostabyou,” I gasped as his fingers curled again, making my legs tremble.
“Huh, guess not then,” he purred, leaning forward to suck my clit into his mouth.
I barely managed to swallow the cry that tried to escape. If he just kept doingthat—but he released me again.
“Thought you were gonna be a good girl for me.”
I was so close, and then he kept snatching it away. Ididwant to stab him, but I had to admit, this game of control, the push and pull—it wasfun.When I couldn’t take it any longer, I surrendered.
“Please, Lee,” I gasped. “I want to come.”
His eyes crinkled with amusement at me, but he didn't hesitate. He grabbed my right leg behind my knee and slung it over his shoulder, and his tongue moved across my clit as his fingers picked up the pace.
In seconds, I was a quivering, shaking mess, whispered pleas escaping my mouth as I barreled toward release. I sunk my fingers into his hair, my head tipped back against the wall, and my jaw clenched to stay quiet. When his fingers curled perfectly again, I shattered. My fingers tightened in his hair as he licked, his fingers pumping in unison.
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” I babbled in a frantic whisper as white-hot pleasure rolled over me in waves.
As I came down, he withdrew, looking smug. “Stay there,” he ordered, getting to his feet.
