She cared even less when he grasped both her legs just above the knees and leaned forward until he blocked the entire world from her view.
“You know, it is not nice to tease, little one,” he murmured, his voice a rasping purr that raised goose bumps on her flesh and sent shivers racing down her spine. “Here. Let me show you.”
Before she could even process the threat in his words, he wrenched her legs apart and covered her * with his hot, hungry mouth.
Her eyes rolled so far back into her head, she’d need surgery to get them out.
His tongue lashed at her like a tender, silken whip, flicking back and forth across her swollen clit until she actually begged him to stop. He did, sort of, abandoning her clit to explore the soft folds around her entrance and stab his tongue deep inside her. What on earth had she done?
Her hips writhed in a futile attempt to escape the relentless pleasure he forced upon her. Again and again, his mouth brought her to the brink of climax, then retreated, varying or dulling the stimulation until the pressure eased and she once again fell to breathless moaning.
The man should be outlawed.
“Dag, stop.” She was panting, unable to draw in enough air for true coherence. “Enough. Just come inside me. Please. Fuck me.”
He lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze, licked his lips and shook his head. “Mm, not yet,” he growled and returned to his torture.
His lips closed around her clit and drew against it with soft, steady pulls that almost had her weeping. Her entire body felt feverish and aching, and she could feel beads of sweat trickling down her temples. She could only hope her heart was healthy enough for this kind of strain.
Desperate for relief, she brought her bound hands down and grabbed at his head, trying to pull him up and over her, but it felt like trying to shift a grand piano with her pinky finger. He batted her hands away and shoved them up out of his way before increasing the suction on her clit to something that tap-danced wildly across the line between pleasure and pain.
“Dag! Please!” she shouted, her voice hoarse and barely recognizable to her own ears. He responded by thrusting two long fingers into her soaked, empty passage and finding the spot on her inner walls that made her head explode.
The rest of her followed shortly after. The orgasm tore through her, taking her like a kitten in its teeth and shaking ruthlessly. Dag barely eased off the pressure, continuing to stroke and lick and torment until all she could do was shake and shudder and gasp for air.
Her pleas had dissolved into nothing more than a steady stream of whimpers by the time Dag lifted his head and stroked his hands soothingly across her belly and thighs. Her skin felt so sensitive that even the nonsexual touch almost set her off again.
“Such a good little human,” he crooned, continuing to rub with firm, comforting pressure, avoiding her overstimulated sex and her aching nipple until she finally felt like she could breathe again.
She forced her eyes open, surprised to realize she hadn’t just closed them, but had clenched them so tightly that they didn’t want to open. When she eventually managed it, she blinked up at him in a daze and found him watching her with that blazing black gaze.
“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning forward to brush his mouth over hers. The simple touch made her realize that while the painful level of arousal had eased, her * still ached and pulsed with emptiness. She needed him inside her.
Kylie reached for him and he met her halfway, swiftly removing the T-shirt from around her wrists and bringing them to his lips for a rain of tender kisses. Then his hands clasped her shoulders, lifting her upper body from the bed and pressing her tight against his chest.
“I have but scratched the surface of how I wish to love you, little Kylie,” he said, his voice a tender rasp. “I have so much more to show you.”
“Good,” she breathed and sank into his kiss.
He drew it out, deep and slow like all great kisses, the frantic pace of the last little while dissolving in a pool of languid heat. Then his teeth began to nibble, his hands stroked up her bare sides to close over her breasts, and the tension began to creep back into her muscles.
No way could she take another round of Dag’s tender torture, but she still needed to feel him inside her. Pushing herself up onto her knees, Kylie tried to swing one leg over to straddle his lap, but his hands tightened, stopping her.