Page 46 of Dance of Thorns

My fingers claw at his wrist. Suddenly, his fingers slide out of me with a slick, wet pop. I groan in frustration, mortified when I hear myself. But then he grabs my hand and brings my finger along with two of his against my opening.

Then he thrusts them all inside.

My fingers and his, knuckles-deep in my slick, wet pussy.

“Feel how fucking tight you are, baby,” he groans, ramming our fingers into me over and over. His other hand keeps finger-fucking my mouth, making me shake and writhe and shudder.

“Feel how desperate this pussy is formore. How slutty your little hole is, taking two of my fingers and one of yours all together. You want to touch yourself, baby?” he snarls. “The next time,thisis how you fucking do it. You find me, and tell me your pussy needs to be stretched, and we’ll fuck you together, baby.”

Our hands start to move faster. Our fingers plunge and ram deep into me, and he curls mine along with his to hit my g spot on every thrust. His hand is on the back of mine, grinding my palm into my swollen clit as my eyes roll back.

My mouth drools around his fingers.

My legs start to shake uncontrollably.

My core clenches and tightens.

“Such a good girl,” he growls against my ear, his rasping voice mixing with the wet sounds of my pussy strangling our fingers. “I can feel your slutty little hole squeezing so tight. I know you want to come for me. I know you want to be my good girl and make a mess of our hands.”

I’m moaning and whimpering incoherently, trying to tell him I can’t.

I physically am unable to.

Except something all-consuming and wild is happening, which scares me as much as it excites me.

He rams our fingers deep in my clenching, dripping, quivering pussy, just as he buries his other fingers at the back of my throat.

I cry out when I feel his teeth pierce the delicate skin of my neck.

And suddenly, it's like abombexploding.

I don’t recognize the inhuman sound that rips from my chest. I don’t know how my body spasms on the bed, my back arching tight, my hips bucking hard against our fingers.

I don’t know what’s happening until suddenlyI do, even if I can’t believe it.

Waves slam over me, sucking me down into the depths, drowning me in lurid darkness. They keep going—keep crashing into me, until I finally collapse in a shaking, whimpering, incoherent puddle on the bed.

Bane’s fingers slide out of my mouth and from between my legs, along with mine.

I still can’t talk, move, think or even breathe as my eyes swivel to his.

He brings his hand to his mouth. His lips wrap around his fingers—the same ones that were just inside my pussy. And slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, he sucks them clean, grinning darkly.

“Pleasant dreams,baby,” he growls quietly as he stands.

He doesn't say anything else. He just turns and walks away, leaving me straining to hear the sound of his footsteps down the stairs, and then the door to the carriage house opening, closing, and…oddly…lockingagain from the outside.

But I don’t have the bandwidth to untangle what just happened.

How he got in. How he locked the door again afterward.

Howlonghe was here, touching me, watching me, before I was even awake.

All I can focus on is one, single thought burning like a flame in the endless darkness of my mind.

Holy fuck.

I justcame.