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I laid my fingers on her shoulders, tracing my fingertips down her chest. She shivered as goose bumps broke out on her arms and her nipples hardened.

I could smell the arousal coming from between her legs.

I caught each of her hardened peaks between two fingers and a thumb.

“Then we’ll learn your edges together, wildflower.

” I rolled her nipples between my fingers, eliciting a moan. “You like that?”

She kept my gaze with hers as she bit her lower lip and nodded.

“And what if I do it harder?” I pinched at her sensitive nubs, continuing to roll them.

She moaned while closing her eyes. “Oh…” She opened her eyes, filled with desire.

“And what about even more?” I applied pressure from every angle I could, pinching and rolling until I felt the blood pulsing, waiting to escape the hardened skin.

“Lorcan,” she moaned. She shifted her ass so her heel applied pressure to her opening as she squirmed under my fingers.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Her breath came in quick pants.

I pulled her nipples forward in turn, not releasing them, flicking my tongue over the end before running my fangs across them, careful not to slice them open. Her body convulsed.

“You’re close, aren’t you, wildflower?”

She nodded.

I squeezed her tender flesh harder and smiled at her gasp. “You need to answer me when I ask you a question. If I didn’t want you to speak, I would gag you so you can’t.”

She froze, not out of anticipation, but lack of desire.

“If you don’t want it, it will never happen.” I searched her eyes before I smoothed her hair, kissing her. “You’re safe here.” I continued to kiss her, soft and comforting.

As she relaxed, I deepened my exploration of her mouth, my kisses longer and harder. I returned my hand to her nipples, rolling and pinching, waiting—until that moment she pushed her chest into my hand, and her hips circled. “Are you close to coming, wildflower?”

“Yes.” She forced the word through her tight throat, her heel massaging her clit through her panties.

“Then get my cock ready to be inside you.” I leaned close to her ear.

“You’d better make it as wet as you want it, because as soon as I start, I’m not stopping until I’m buried in your cunt.

” I ran my tongue down the side of her neck, stopping over her pulse point for a moment as she slid her legs back.

When I pulled away from her neck, she lowered her mouth to my cock.

Her warm, wet tongue slid over my shaft as her ass wiggled in the air, her head bobbing up and down between my legs. Electricity shot through my legs. “Your mouth is so warm.” I moaned. “Are you getting wet too?”

“Mm-hmm.” The sound vibrated through my cock, and I drew in a sharp breath, pressure building in my core.

I reached over her back, pushing her head onto my length. She swallowed around my head as it moved into her throat, wetness soaking the fabric between her thighs even more. She liked my cock in her throat. Noted. I’d give it to her again when I had more time to watch her unravel.

“So good,” I breathed, closing my eyes and savoring the warmth.

But she couldn’t hold her breath forever.

I grabbed the side of her panties, one hand on each side of the seam, and yanked.

She swallowed again and moaned as the cold air hit her.

I tore away the crotch in much the same manner and threw the ruined garment to the side before sitting up and releasing her head.

She pulled in a gulp of air through her nose before continuing to bob up and down, her hand twisting and gripping my shaft, the other fondling me. I fought against the orgasm building behind my balls as they rolled through her fingers.

I bent forward and ran my finger from the top of her ass crack up her spine. “Am I ready, wildflower?” My voice was low with need.

She lifted her head and looked at me through her long eyelashes, her breasts beautifully framed by her arms as her hands rested on my thighs. “Yes.”

“Then sit back and spread your legs.” She did as I instructed. Her juices coated her pussy lips. “Do you want me here?” My middle finger slid easily along her entrance, gathering her wetness before I pressed it gently against her asshole, massaging it. “Or here?”

She shivered against my finger, but she didn’t pull away as I expected she would. Instead, she tested it by moving her hips in a small circle before she stopped abruptly and whispered, “My cunt.”

A tremor threaded her words, and her breathing quickened.

She bit the inside of her lip, fighting her nerves.

Her body had said what she was afraid to admit.

That circle of her hips, the tremble when I touched her—she was curious and aching for the edge.

I’d take her there, but not over. Not until she said she wanted it.

I put her ankles over my thighs and pulled her to me. She used her hand to lift herself so I could position my length at her entrance. “You’re sure this is wet enough? Because I’m not stopping this time.”

She nodded, her heartbeat echoing around me. “Yes.”

I nestled the head of my cock between her folds as she balanced on her hand.

I placed my palm flat on her back to brace her and thrust, pushing into her tight lips until my pubic bone hit hers.

A whimper came from her throat, and I caught sight of her biting her lip as she dropped her head forward, her body trembling.

She had taken the thrust, the stretch. It may have been beyond what she expected, but was there something more?

I moved her ankles so her legs folded behind my back to steady her before I circled my hips, wondering if she had learned a valuable lesson about making sure my cock was wet enough.

She looked up at me, her eyes glassy. But behind the tears shone an undeniable hunger.

My wildflower toys with pain , I thought, as I ran my fingers down her arms and caught her wrists.

I’ll enjoy exploring that edge until those tears are falling from bliss.

“I remember holding these once before.” I smiled and sighed as I guided her hands behind her, forcing her breasts forward.

I crossed her wrists behind her back, using my palms against her back again to steady her, trapping her arms in my fingers.

I wanted her vulnerability more than control, to watch her embrace her desires. “Now fuck, wildflower.”

She looked at me quizzically as though I had told her to fly.

I tightened my hands and pulled her wrists down, forcing her chest further out.

She bit her lips together. “I said, ‘Fuck.’” I growled and narrowed my eyes at her.

“If I must tell you again, I’ll take you over my knee first.” Her cunt pulsed once around my cock as it became wetter.

As I thought, taking her over my knee was something my wildflower wanted.

My cock twitched inside her as I thought about marking her beautiful bottom with my palm.

But not right now. Her eyes opened wide, her breath hitching, as she wiggled her hips before jolting them forward on my cock. I moaned at the sensation of her folds rubbing against me, her clit at the base of my shaft.

“Good girl, wildflower.” I devoured her lips as she pulled herself back. “Such a good fuck.”

She bit her bottom lip, trying to hide her smile from my praise. She let out a shaky breath and moved again. After a few moments, she found a rhythm, grinding into me harder with each stroke.

“I love how your tight cunt wraps around me.” She grew hotter and wetter as she impaled herself repeatedly on every inch I gave her.

I bent forward to her ear, my voice low.

“Now that you’ve figured it out, get yourself off on me.

” Her heart raced at my command, her juices dripping from her cunt.

Her movements quickened, and her breathing turned to pants and moans.

Sweat gathered at the base of her back, where I held her hands.

She drove herself forward and back with growing urgency.

“That’s it, wildflower. Fuck and keep fucking.

” Her eyes flashed with wanton abandonment as I encouraged her, her tits bouncing gleefully with each thrust. I watched the beautiful sight of my glistening cock disappearing into her cunt before reappearing, freshly coated with her arousal, making my mouth water for her taste.

“Lorcan.” Her voice cracked with need. I raised my eyes to meet her gaze of painful desire. “Lorcan, I can’t.” She didn’t stop her movements.

“Can’t what?”

She whined as she flailed on my cock. “I need more.”

I let her wrists go. “Rub your clit, wildflower.”

She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as the other hand flew between her legs, her fingernails scratching against my cock as she continued to fuck.

I could no longer ignore the pressure coiling at the base of my spine, intensifying with every gorgeous thrust as she panted, her face pained, reaching for the precipice.

I moved my hand to the middle of her back so my finger rested on her asshole, now coated in the moisture that had grown between our legs.

She jumped as I massaged the hole, but I pushed her forward again, never removing my finger.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” I growled at her.

“Keep fucking.” Her breath caught in her throat as I applied pressure, but never penetrating.

Still, her thighs quivered with desire each time I caressed the tiny puckered hole.

She continued to ride me, crashing our centers together. With my other hand, I grabbed her breast, pulling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger as I dropped my teeth to the other, running them along the tender skin.

A cross between a moan of pain and desire fell from her lips. My cock grew at the thought of making her scream—of hearing her beg me to stop and make her come all at once, undone by delirious bliss. Next time.