“Don’t name me that,” I grind out, wiggling to attempt to free myself from the entice he’s ensnared me in.

“You’re going to journey my fingers, Angel. You’re going to get off realizing it’s me that’s driving you wild.”

My eyes slim in defiance, however there’s no denying the warmth that burns between my legs. The reality is, I’m aching for his contact, for the management he exerts over my physique.

No. Not him. Not his contact, his management. I need Sir’s contact. It’s Sir I yearn to submit for.

“I’m not letting you go till you do.”

“Simply this as soon as,” I handle to say, my voice barely audible.

He chuckles in opposition to my ear, the sound sending shivers down my backbone. “As soon as is all it’s going to take, Angelica.”

His fingers slide between my folds, one after the other, getting into me with a delicate strain, probing my wetness. I moan softly, unable to stop the pleasurable sensation from escaping my lips. His fingers dance inside me, coaxing me nearer and nearer to the sting.

“That’s it, Angel,” he whispers, his breath sizzling in opposition to my pores and skin. “Let go for me. Present Sir who owns you.”

“No,” I gasp, attempting to tug away, however his grip tightens on my hips, holding me in place. I buck and twist, nevertheless it’s no use. His grip is ironclad. My physique is inflexible with cussed refusal to disintegrate for him, however his fingers proceed their rhythm, driving me increased and better till I can now not resist the pleasure that builds inside me.

“I hate you,” I grind out.

He laughs softly as an alternative of replying and it simply serves to drive my humiliation increased. My coronary heart’s pounding, feeling like it’s going to explode proper out of my chest, however his fingers by no means cease. I tremble with the exertion of holding my orgasm at bay.

I received’t give it to him. I can’t.

“I’m going to cease now, Angel. This needs to be your selection. Trip my fingers ‘til you scream my identify and I’ll allow you to go.”

He stills, holding his promise and the minutes stretch in an agonising silence as neither of us transfer. His fingers stay buried deep inside me, his thumb pushed up in opposition to my clit, and his different hand remains to be clamping my hip in place.

I groan, shifting barely and turning into conscious of the slick wetness between my thighs. Fuck. There’s no hiding this from him. If I shut my eyes and consider Sir, possibly I may…

“Angel,” Lycus purrs in my ear. “I’m not going to allow you to overlook it’s me you’re utilizing.”

Rattling it. Did he learn my thoughts or simply my physique? I tense, however he simply laughs. “I’ve obtained all night time.”

I’m already so moist, my physique already so onboard with all issues Lycus, that the press of his thumb in opposition to my slick clit is mouth-wateringly good. Even the light throb of his pulse in opposition to my bundle of nerves retains driving me nearer to the sting. My hips twitch, butting me up in opposition to his hand, making me gasp.

I’m a fucking goner.

My hips start to rotate in torturously gradual circles and I chunk my lip to maintain my pitiful pants locked in. I don’t need to give Lycus the satisfaction, however who am I kidding?

He’s two fingers deep in my cunt and I’m virtually gushing round him, so there’s no hiding what he’s doing to me.

I can really feel his smirk. I simply know he’s loving each minute of torturing me.

The tiny actions really feel like tidal waves crashing over me, soaking me from head to toe, drowning me in pleasure that I’ve zero management over.

I’m tempest tossed and battered by the ocean of feelings Lycus is making me really feel, nevertheless it’s lust, arousal, want which can be battling their technique to the floor, refusing to be dragged underneath by the riptide.

I’m so painfully shut. Agonisingly conscious of each millimetre of pores and skin that’s in touch with Lycus’. His lips are in opposition to the again of my neck, sending tingles proper down my backbone.

My toes curl. Oh fuck. Oh?—

“No!” I cry out, my physique tensing as an orgasm washes over me. My hips buck, assembly his fingers with determined depth.

“Good lady,” Lycus growls, his voice tough with arousal. His fingers slide out of me, leaving me feeling hole and needy.

ChapterTwenty-One

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