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She parted her thighs slowly, her legs trembling as I gazed down at her soaked pussy. How I ached to devour her, wanted nothing more than to witness her fall under the spell of what I knew I could give her. Her pink folds, plump with her need, called to me and I knew I would be the one to offer her the release she ached for. Did she have any idea what I wanted so badly to do to her?

"What's your safe word?" I asked, kneeling between her legs then. "Pick it."

"Um…" Her voice cracked and she nearly whimpered at the pause in the intensity. "Nightshade."

"Even your safe word is beautiful." I propped myself over her, holding myself up in a full pushup. "Tonight, you don't touch me. Only I touch you. However I want unless you use your safe word."

"Yes." She nodded her understanding, though a soft whimper left her lips.

"Touch yourself," I said, glancing down between us. "Right now." Fuck, how I loved bossing her around. She seemed to ache for it, her gaze ever-locked with mine.

Nora reached between her legs, her fingers colliding with her clit first. A shaking breath left her, and I watched as she toyed with herself in slow, trembling revolutions. When she moved faster, edging her own release, I intervened.

"That's enough." I nuzzled her chin with my nose. "Hands above your head."

"Car," she called my name, whimpering when she grabbed hold of the spokes along the headboard in white-knuckled fists.

"I'm going to make you purr," I whispered against her lips, lowering myself down just out of her reach. When she made to kiss me, I broke away to slide down her body. "And see how hard you come."

"Oh my God," she cried, drawing in her breath when I licked circles around her nipples, sucking each to a rosy bud.

I couldn't stop myself from grinning at her level of enjoyment before grabbing hold of her hips to pull her to my mouth. I watched her as she melted under me, her entire body nearly liquifying in the linens. The way she tilted her chin up, her mouth agape with lusty moans, and how her body moved in rippling waves as she rocked her hips toward me urged me onward.

The second my tongue met her burning pussy, I fought any sound that dare attempt a trek to my throat. Her excessively sweet, searingly hot core screamed for sustenance, and I took my time lapping at her in deep, firm strides. Her flesh moved as if it was made only for me to manipulate, and the cries that left her carried me forward. Even her pussy, as elegant and pink as the rest of her most tender places, made me want to worship her all night. I could devour her every day, and never tire, never find my own satisfaction enough to give her space. But tonight was for her, not me, and I would show her that until she couldn't handle it any longer.

When she came against my lips, the cries that left her shot me with arrows laced with tranquilizers, cooling my insides and settling the battle in any fields my psyche attempted to wage. Her sweetness coupled with the tender flow of her flesh against my mouth kept me under the spell of want and hunger longer than I intended.

Nora moaned out my name, her fingers lost in my hair as she broke the rules of our connection. For the first time ever, I let it happen. She held me to her and in retaliation for her deviance, I slipped my fingers inside her, working her at a fury coupled with flicks of my tongue.

"Car—" She gasped out my name and reached for me, her eyes widening before she erupted a second time. Her entire body shook with the intensity of it, sending a heated rush to my palm. I didn't let up, working her the way I wanted, the way she demanded until she screamed at the top of her voice. How many times had she asked to be friends with benefits? How many nights did she slide into my bed in shared rooms during work trips? More importantly, how many times had I refused her?

She pulled her knees back, tore at the sheets, and I rocked her through another rich climax. Sweat beaded her brow, her face burning red, and she collapsed when I leaned away from her for a moment. Her gasping breaths worried me for a fraction of a second until she covered her face.

I withdrew from her, crawling up her body again to bite at her ear. "Turn over."

"Oh my God," she cried, unable to properly coordinate her limbs.

"You said you wanted it. Turn over." I helped her onto her belly, and she hugged a pillow to her face. "Do you still want it?"

She nodded, hiding her face in the linens while pitchy whimpers left her.

"Good." I slapped her ass and lifted myself from the bed. "Don't move."

"Caroline—" She moaned out my name, her rear clenching with the swat. I loved seeing the red welt of my handprint on her fine round flesh.

"What's the safe word?" I demanded.

"Nightshade," she croaked, her body trembling on the bed as she watched me.

"Are you using it or reminding me?" I clicked open the trunk at the end of the bed and fetched my favorite strap-on. It took me hardly any time to ditch my jeans and fasten it in place. Practice always made perfect.

"Reminding you," she said, her eyes widening again when she saw what I was doing.

"Have you ever?" I asked her as I climbed back on the bed. I grabbed handfuls of her ass and she shivered hard.

"Not with a strap. With—"

"Yeah. I know that much." I swatted her rear once more and her lashes fluttered. My brows flicked upward and so I repeated it. Her toes dug into the bed when she squeezed the pillow. "Do you like that?"