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“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Open them,” I demand.

Her eyes fly open and she pushes up on her elbows.

“Keep your eyes open,” I say, holding her gaze as I make a show of sliding my tongue up her center. “I want you to watch as I make you come. The second you look away or close your eyes, I stop. Got it?”

On a hard swallow, she nods quickly.

I close my lips around her clit and scrape it lightly with my teeth, just enough to surprise her. “Your words, Wynter. I need to hear you.”

“Yes,” she says through her shaky breaths. “I understand.”

“Good girl.”

I drag my tongue along her clit, soothing any lingering discomfort.

“You can do that again if you want.”

“What?” I arch a brow. “Call you a good girl?”

“No. Well, yes. I definitely like that.” She chews on her lower lip, her cheeks turning pink.

“You have a praise kink. Noted.” I keep circling her clit with my thumb, but keep the pressure light, not wanting this to end anytime soon.

“But I was talking about when you bit me. I liked that. A lot.”

My smirk grows. “So a praise kink and a pain kink?”

“I guess.” Her cheeks flush, and I get the feeling she’s never admitted this to anyone.

Or herself.

Without a second of hesitation, I scrape my teeth over her clit again, harder this time.

She screams, her hips bucking off the bed until I pin them down. But there’s no discomfort in her expression. Only unfiltered need.

“Like that?” I ask, lifting my head.

She nods, frantic. “Exactly like that.”

Her eyes remain glued to mine as I add pressure, a little at a time. I expect her to tell me it’s too much, especially as her breathing quickens and her grip on the sheets tightens.

But she doesn’t back down. Just keeps her eyes trained on me, challenging me to keep going. To push her to her limits. Past her limits.

Finally, I release her, and she whimpers, almost sounding disappointed.

“We are going to have so much fun together. I can’t wait to find out what some of your other kinks are. But first, I need you to come.”

She gives me a coy look. “Make me.”

I graze her with my teeth again as I slide a finger inside, then another, stretching her as I continue teasing her clit with my mouth. The entire time, she doesn’t look away, watching every thrust of my fingers, every swipe of my tongue.

The longer she watches, the more ragged her breathing grows, her muscles tightening as she fights her release.

“Come on, Wynter,” I grunt, adding a third finger and thrusting even harder. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come. I know you want to. You’re fucking soaked.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t… I don’t want this to end. Don’t want to stop feeling this.”