Fated Lies (Lies 3)

I act like I’m going to move away and stop this.

She growls.

I chuckle.

And then I take her by surprise and do what she asks—I lick her clit.

She moans like I just gave her an orgasm with the single lick. Touching her here is everything I’ve ever imagined. She’s not touching me, stroking me, and I won’t be fucking her with my cock, but damn do I feel everything she’s feeling.

I lick her again, stroking my tongue over her sensitive bud.

She grips my hair tighter.

I’ve always enjoyed pleasuring a woman, having my head buried between her legs, but it’s always been a prelude to what comes next. But this—this is the most incredible thing I’ve ever been a part of.

Her legs buckle as I move my tongue in circles around her clit.

She starts to speak, I’m sure to give me another order. But I’m in control of her body now.

I slide a finger to her entrance before she has a chance to speak.

Her breath catches as she waits for me to enter her.

One second. Two seconds. Three…

And then I push a finger inside. She arches her back, taking all of me in as I continue to lick, rippling through her nerve endings.

I push a second, then a third finger inside her, knowing she wants to be stretched—that she would take my entire body inside her if she could. She wants me. She’s desperate for me.

I have no doubt that if I asked to fuck her right now, she’d accept. But that will have to wait for another time. Until I have no doubt it’s what she wants. Until I can take her again and again and again. Until she’s fully mine.

Something I doubt will ever happen.

So I’ll savor this, and it will have to be enough. This is the most I will ever get of her.

I slide my fingers in and out of her as I lick, tasting every sweet drop as I bring her closer to the edge.

“Not yet, huntress.”

She moans, and I know she wants to protest. To order me to finish, to make her come but she can’t speak. All she can do is moan and whimper.

I continue to work her body, learning even more about her. How much pressure she likes. How deep she likes my fingers. How fast, how slow. I memorize everything about her body.

I feel her getting close. Her muscles are tightening around my fingers. Her breath is speeding. I bring her right to the edge, and then I stop everything.

Her eyes glare at me, and she takes a couple of breaths, trying to regain her speech. “Lang—”

I start again, sending a million shots of electricity through her body as I lick, suck, and slide into her.

Her eyes roll back as she grips onto my head, my shoulders, any part of me she can squeeze.

“Say my name, huntress. I want to hear you scream my name when you come,” I order in between licks.

She purses her lips. She’s so close, so fucking close.

I look into her eyes, and I know she’s not feeling the pain. She’s not struggling or fighting for control. She’s here with me. Nowhere else. She’s not having nightmares of previous terrors. She’s basking in how good her body feels for once when she lets someone else take the reins.

But I won’t let her come, not until she’s given me everything she can give. Not until she gives me what’s mine.