“Oh God. Please,” I whimper.
“Not God, Hellion. Just the devil,” he says, his voice sounding like pure sex as he drags his eyes up to mine.
The heat and burning lust that stares back at me is almost enough to tip me right over the edge.
“You gonna come for me, Hellion? I’ve not even touched you.”
“Seb, please. I need—”
“Shh… I know what you need. Do you trust me?”
I try to focus for a second, but my brain has turned to mush. My body and its insatiable need for him have completely obliterated it.
But despite my lack of brain function, when I finally manage to respond to his question, the truth falls out.
“No. Not even in the slightest.”
“Wise, Hellion. Very, very wise.”
He chuckles against my breast, and I moan a curse as he switches to the other side.
“Touch yourself, Princess. Show me how you do it.”
Unable to do anything but follow his wicked orders, my hand slides down my stomach until my fingers hit the lace. Dipping them beneath the fabric, I find myself dripping wet.
I moan as I circle my clit, imagining it’s his fingers working me and not my own.
“That’s it, my dirty little whore. Show me how you make yourself come when you’re thinking about me.” His voice sounds farther away when he speaks this time, but I’m too lost to the sensations running rampant around my body that I don’t think anything of it.
I push my fingers lower, dipping one inside me. I can’t get as deep as he can, but still, it feels so fucking good that my hips buck off the bed and I add a second, stretching myself open. My other hand drifts up my body until I find my breast, pinching and tugging at my nipple as the pleasure in my lower belly grows almost to the point of no return.
Something soft brushes against my lips and I startle for a second before I hear his voice once more.
“I’m so hard for you right now, Hellion. You’ve no idea what you do to me.”
Reality threatens to rip me from this body-consuming bliss and I fight to stay asleep, to stay in the moment, to remain on the brink of losing myself to a vision.
“Suck me, baby. You’re so fucking good at it.”
I part my lips, doing as I’m told, but the second I lick at the tip of him and the taste of his precum coats my tongue, everything comes crashing down around me and I’m dragged back to reality with my body screaming and my core clenching violently at my lost impending release.
“Seb?” I cry as my eyes fly open and I discover my wicked fantasies weren’t something my subconscious dragged up in my slumber but reality. “Get the hell out,” I scream, writhing about beneath him, but he’s got me pinned to the bed, my wrists now cuffed with one of his giant hands.
“Oh yeah, because I’m just going to walk out after watching you lose yourself to your dreams of me. I thought you’d know me better than that by now.”
“Oh my God, you’re a fucking psychopath,” I shout, thrashing about once more despite the fact that I know it’s a pointless waste of energy.