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“I need to hear you say it.”
His hand was rubbing delicious circles on her bottom. Close, so close.
“Say the word, Grace.”
“I don’t want it to stop.”
He chuckled. “Oh, bébé. We haven’t even started yet.”
He trailed his hands over her bottom, pinching and plumping, a whisper of a touch over her inner thigh, then up, up. Yes! She hissed as he brushed his fingers across her swollen lips.
He rubbed his fingers back and forth. “Are you ready, Grace?”
She panted, struggling to catch her breath. Was she ready? She pressed back against his hand. Yes!
“Uh, uh.”
He pulled his hand away and slapped her backside. She clenched her cheeks at the sting. It should’ve cooled some of the fire in her belly, her core, but it only inflamed it.
“Tell me you want this.”
She wanted it. More than anything. She nodded, anticipation burning her up from the inside out.
“Use your words.”
Words? She shook her head.
“Say it, Grace, or we stop right now.”
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He would. The man who’d had the presence of mind to cool his anger, to focus inward and spell the gate open without herbs or blood or crystals, absolutely would stop right now. Could stop right now. “Please. I want this. I want you.” The words came out in a rush. She’d never sounded more desperate, but she didn’t care.
“Good girl.” He rubbed his palm over where he’d slapped her. “Now I’m going to finger fuck you, and you’re not going to come until I tell you to.”
Chapter Eighteen
Putain. She was so beautiful on her knees, her ass in the air and her pussy glistening. The pressure in his balls, his need for release, had never been so forceful, so urgent. But this wasn’t about him. It was about her. When he was done, no one, not before or after, would compare with what he gave her tonight. Oh, he was going to blow her mind.
He patted her pussy with two fingers, and she jerked against his hand. He couldn’t hold back his grin or the slide of his fangs. She was ready. She’d go off in an instant if he let her. But this was her introduction into his world and he wanted to drag it out for as long as he could, to push her boundaries.
Keep it light.
Alain sucked in a breath redolent in her unique scent and forced his fangs back into his gums. No wolf tonight. If he were to let it out, he might go too far, too hard, too soon. Claim her here and now.
With a shaking hand, he held her in place and ran his hand down her spine, reveling in the arch of her back. He teased her, touching, pinching, soothing everywhere but where she wanted it, drinking in her gasps and her moans, the stuttering of her pulse.
“Alain, please.”
“Please, what, chérie?”
She was panting, her whole body quivering beneath his touch and he hadn’t done anything yet.
“I need…”
He brushed his fingers ever so lightly over her pussy, and she hung her head and moaned. “What do you need, chérie?”
“You.”
Perfect. She was right where he wanted her. He slid one finger inside her, and she sucked in a breath, clenching around him so tight he almost came in his pants. Putain. What would it be like to have his cock in her, cocooned in her warm, wet heat? Incredible. Sublime. Soon.
