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“Kiss me.”
I did, turning my head, opening my lips instantly so he could delve into my mouth. It took all my strength not to let go of the handles and run my hands over him. But there was no way I was going to risk making him stop.
The kiss was long and drugging, doing very little to calm me down. Finally, he pulled away, stroking the hair back from my forehead and sliding his hand down over my heart. Then the buzzing sound of the wand filled the air and my body tightened in anticipation.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded, unable to trust my voice. Good lord, the man knew how to tease. He ran the wand from my knee, up the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. It was so achingly close to my clit that I tried to shift my hips forward, to get it to hit where I desperately needed it. Wolfe’s deep chuckle skittered over my skin as he moved the wand away, to my other knee and up my thigh.
His other hand was laying heavily over my heart, anchoring me as it pounded against his palm. “Please,” I begged.
“Please what? Please stop?”
“No! Please, I need…”
“I know what you need, princess.”
Maintaining my death grip on the handles, I bit out, “Then give it to me.”
His only reply was to laugh again. “You know, if you’re going to make demands, I’m just going to withhold more.”
Except he didn’t. He pressed the wand lightly between my legs and the moment the vibrations hit my already-sensitive clit, my back arched off the swing, a guttural moan escaping my lips.
“Look at how responsive you are,” he praised, his voice thick with desire. “I love seeing you like this, Esme.”
His praise fueled my arousal, driving me wild. I felt every part of my body tingle and throb with each passing second, my mind growing hazy with need. The world around me seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensations he was giving me. Just as I was creeping closer to the precipice, he lifted the wand, and I collapsed back against him.
Pressing a kiss to my temple, he ran the tips of his fingers in soothing circles over my chest and stomach. He was speaking to me, murmuring something gently in my ear, but my overheated brain couldn’t comprehend the words.
He moved again, back to his kneeling position between my legs. “I want to watch every expression on your gorgeous face.” Turning the wand back on, he increased the intensity, his gaze never leaving mine. His focus was solely on my reactions, my pleasure as he pressed it to my clit, and I hissed out a breath.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
I shook my head adamantly. “Don’t stop. Please, I need this. I need you.”
I was teetering on the edge of sanity, my body aching for release. Wolfe’s intense focus never wavered, his eyes trained on mine as he worked diligently to bring me to the brink over and over again. My body was in flames, my arousal beyond anything I had ever experienced.
He leaned forward, brushing a light kiss against my lips, matching the pressure of the wand against my clit. “Sweetheart, I think you’re done.”
I shook my head, wanting to disagree, but instead, “Please, Wolfe,” I begged, my voice barely a whisper as the pressure inside me built to unbearable levels. “I can’t take it anymore.”
“What do you say?” he asked softly.
“I’m done,” I gasped out. “Please, I’m done.”
“Alright, princess,” he agreed. “Scream for me.”
He pressed the vibrating wand against my swollen clit once more and held it there, pushing me into an explosion of ecstasy that left me gasping and writhing in the swing. The intensity of my orgasm seemed to last forever, my vision tunnelling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
“Now you’re going to do that two more times,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a wicked grin.
My heart pounded wildly in my chest, but I nodded eagerly, desperate to ride this high for as long as possible. He adjusted the angle of the wand, hitting a spot that made my toes curl and my back arch off the swing. My second climax built quickly, my entire being consumed by the sensations coursing through me. The intensity was overwhelming, and I tried to pull away, but Wolfe threw his arm over my hips, holding me still. “Let go, sweetheart,” Wolfe urged gently, and I did, my world shattering around me as I screamed out his name.
“Once more,” he promised. “And this one’s for me.” Dropping the wand, he leaned in, running his tongue over my achingly sensitive clit. I was almost crying now, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He returned the favor, his gaze never leaving mine as he pushed a finger inside me and curled it, tonguing my clit as he continued to work me toward my final release. I felt raw, exposed, yet completely safe in his hands. It wasn’t long before my third orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving me spent and trembling in its wake.
As the aftershocks subsided, Wolfe freed my legs from the cuffs and pulled me into his arms, holding me close as uncontrollable emotions welled up within me. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I clung to him, seeking solace in his arms.
“Shh,” he murmured soothingly, stroking my hair as he rocked us gently back and forth. “You’re incredible, Esme. So brave, so beautiful.”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck, allowing myself a few moments to catch my breath and regain some semblance of control over my emotions. When I’d finally recovered enough to form a coherent sentence, I said, shakily, “Hey, you didn’t fuck me.”