Page 98 of Criminally Yours

“How does it feel?”

“So fucking good,” she gasped as his breath caressed her neck.

“You want to slide your fingers inside and finger fuckyourself, don’t you?” His voice pulsated through her, joining with the throbbing between her legs.

“Yes.”

Strike kissed her neck. She turned her head toward him, offering him her lips. Her eyelashes fluttered. He kissed her jaw, then licked the corner of her mouth before kissing her. It was so gentle. What would make him snap and fuck her?

“I really like the chapter where the woman plays with herself while her soldier observes. I want you to do that for me. Finger yourself. But keep your eyes closed.”

She pressed her fingers inside herself.

“Harder, Millie.”

She let out a soft cry as she thrusted her fingers into her pussy.

“I love telling you what to do. Making you submit. You love it, too.”

She nodded.

His fingers gripped her chin. “You’re so fucking sexy. Cute with filthy needs. So beautiful with a pretty mouth that I can’t wait to fuck. I want to worship you and own you. You want that, too, don’t you, baby?”

She nodded fervently. Her forehead hurt, tension from teetering on the brink of orgasm gripped every part of her body. His promises had her back bowing out of the water.

“You’re so close,” he said before kissing her.

She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside as she continued to finger herself. Her brows knotted as her orgasm built. She yearned for release.

She performed for him and embraced everything she’d been too scared to share. Her fear was still there, but it barely touched the edges of her arousal.

“Harder,” he grunted as he cupped her face. He licked her lips before kissing her again. Their tongues danced as she pressed her finger deeper. “Two fingers.”

One of his hands stroked her thighs. His nails lightly crossed her skin. He moved his hand to where hers was, running his fingertips against her clit as she fingered herself.

She lifted her pelvis, desperate for him.

Her other hand reached into his hair, and she scratched his scalp.

As her arousal doubled, she gripped him tighter. Nothing stopped him from stroking her clit and rubbing in circles. She rode her fingers as his tongue continued to massage hers. She whimpered into his mouth, and he grunted back.

“I’m so close,” she cried.

“Then come for me. Be my needy, fucking good girl and come for me,” he replied before wrapping his lips around her nipple and scraping them with his teeth.

She screamed as she came, writhing in the water and calling out his name. He didn’t stop. His mouth latched onto hers as her orgasm hit again.

The explosion ebbed, and she opened her eyes. His were wide with awe.

“Fuck,” he stammered. His voice rasped, like he’d been the one shouting and not her. “You’re the sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She barely caught her breath. She’d not been touched like that for ten years. Tears ran down her cheeks, and he kissed them away.

He soaped his hands and washed her body like the soldier in her book. Worries and fears threatened her post-orgasm buzz, but every time she overthought, he whispered adoring words. “You’re strong and sexy. I’d fight anyone to wake next to you again.”

When he’d finished cleaning her, he stood and held out a furry dressing gown. He helped her out of the bath and wrapped her up. He secured the belt around her waist as he kissed her hard on the mouth.

“Don’t put me on a pedestal,” she warned him.