But I don’t.
Despite the torture, I choose to alternate between breathing through my nose and mouth, then focus on the moment.
On his assertive touch.
He’s a man who takes what he wants and there’s something arousing about that.
Just when I think the torment will never end, two of his fingers thrust inside me. At the same time. All the way to the knuckles.
I shriek, the sound permeating our silent surroundings.
Despite being soaking wet and needy for more, I wasn’t ready for this. My core clenches around his fingers as he drives them in and out of my heat in a long, controlled rhythm.
Each thrust picks up in speed methodically, too in tune with my body’s reaction until they’re ruthless and merciless.
My toes curl and a whole-body shudder grips me. This is so different from the tentative, almost shy way I touch myself.
There’s nothing shy about his touch.
It’s a command, a force that can’t be stopped or derailed.
A disaster of my own making.
He’s here to take, and take, and take some more.
And I can only give.
My hips slam against the ground with how much they buck.
He drives in a third finger. Pleasure mixes with pain as I’m stretched to my full capacity.
It’s impossible to breathe properly, but I force myself to relax, to take it, even if he’s ripping me from the inside out.
His rhythm grows in intensity and I gasp with each in and out, the sound animalistic in nature.
Usually, I hide my face in the pillow or any surface to muffle the sounds of pleasure.
Now, I only have the dirt.
I don’t get to focus on that when a sharp flood rushes through me.
It’s a flicker of pleasure at first, but then it mounts, inflates, and intensifies until tremors cover my skin fully.
I’ve never experienced this type of pleasure before.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought that I’d be on the edge of blacking out due to an orgasm.
Hell, I didn’t think orgasms could feel this way.
The ones I give myself are always soft, pleasurable, and make me sigh in content once I’m done.
This one?
All I can do is scream at the collision. In my attempts to mute some of the carnal pleasure, I nearly eat the dirt.
A low, gruff sound comes from the devil looming over me, watching, sporting a dark halo that I’ve never seen on Lan before.
But then again, I’ve never been introduced to this side of him before.