Page 95 of Intense

Song- The Offering, Sleep Token.

She’s strapped to the chair like a fucking offering.

Arms restrained. Chest rising in shallow, needy breaths. Her thighs spread wide for me.

I should be ashamed of how hard I am just from watching. But shame left me a long time ago, along with mercy.

The belts tighten against her arms, marking her in ways that will linger long after I’m done here.

She thinks I’m going to be gentle. Sweet. Maybe even a little romantic, because I’ve kissed her. Let her in.

She’s wrong.

Because what I’m about to do?

It isn’t kindness.

It’s ownership.

I drag the chair forward an inch, towards me. On my fucking knees for my wife. Something I never thought I’d do, but somehow, it’s now my reality.

I don’t touch her yet. I breathe her in. Her scent, sweet and intoxicating, wraps around my brain and turns every thought into static.

“You’re shaking already, temptress,” I murmur, stroking a hand up the inside of her thigh, watching her skin pebble beneath my fingers. “And I haven’t even used my tongue.”

She moans; it’s so desperate. Her hips shifting forward, searching for pressure.

She doesn’t get to ask. She gets what I decide she’s earned.

“You said no one ever found your clit before,” I continue, my voice a low growl as I ghost my mouth over her without touching. “They should’ve been fucking arrested for it.”

I glance up. Her mouth is parted, her brows drawn tight, the anticipation killing her. I grin.

Good.

Because I want her to feel this. To burn for it. I want this imprinted on her soul.

So when I finally lower my mouth and flatten my tongue against her clit, she screams.

Her hips jerk, but the restraints keep her locked in place. I drag my tongue again, then suck her clit into my mouth.

Her thighs clamp around my head, and I welcome the pressure. Let her fucking smother me.

If this is how I go out, it’ll be worth it.

“You like that?” I murmur against her soaked pussy. “Fuck, you’re drenching me.”

She nods frantically, her wrists fighting the belts. Her eyes flutter closed, and I slap her thigh, hard.

“Eyes on me.”

They snap open, completely wide and wild.

“There you go,” I croon, my lips brushing her. “Now come for me, wife. Ride my fucking tongue, and remember exactly who made you feel this way.”

I wrap my arms around her thighs and devour her.

Her body shakes. I feel her losing control. Her breath turns to sobs of pleasure. She’s right on the edge, and just when I feel her tighten—I stop.