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He brings his lips to my earlobe, nips it playfully as his deft fingers work me closer and closer to the edge.

“Tell me,” I beg.

“How about I show you?” He kisses the sweat from my temple as he cradles my trembling body and says, “But first, you have to come for me. Right. Now.”

The moment he thrusts a third finger inside me, I do precisely as he commands.

Chapter 18

RIVEN

Gwyn trembles in my arms as I ease her through another orgasm.

That’s twice now I’ve made the little witch come with just my fingers.

She’s going to be a beautiful mess when I finally give her my cock.

“That’s it,” I croon, gripping her waist so tight I’m bound to leave bruises in the shape of my fingertips. “You take orders so, so well. Are you sure you don’t want me to be the one in charge the rest of the night?”

Her head falls forward, forehead meeting my shoulder as she pants.

I did this to her. Unraveled her.

Left her breathless.

My cock twitches in my trousers, desperate for her wet cunt. I’ve stretched her enough with my fingers that she’ll be able to take me in one thrust, and I’ve worked myself up enough to know that a single pump might be my undoing.

“Not.” A gasp. “Fair.”

I drag my hands down her back. “What isn’t fair? That you’ve come twice already, and I have not?”

She lifts her head to glare at me. “I was supposed to be in charge that time.”

“What can I say, I’m a natural born leader.”

She pushes me backward, so my back is flat against the bed, and she’s straddling me.

“Not right now you’re not,” she hisses. “Right now, Riven Thaelon, you agreed that you are mine to command as I please.”

Her face is flushed, hair damp with sweat, and there are bruises forming on her wrists from the bindings and on her breasts and shoulder from my teeth. But fuck, she looks glorious.

“Fine,” I say, voice low and teasing. “But first… you promised you’d answer my question.” I pinch her nipple. “Where am I allowed to come?”

“Anywhere you’d like.” Her grin is sinfully delicious as she tugs at my waistband. “A little help?”

I lift my hips and shove my pants lower, cock springing free. She reaches down and shoves her underthings to the side, then wraps her fingers around me, angling me toward her center.

My tip brushes against her heat, and I forget how to breathe.

“May I?” she murmurs, eyes locked on mine like she already knows I’ll say yes.

I nod, unable to find the words. A low groan escapes me as she sinks down, slow and steady, taking every fucking inch. Her knees press into the mattress, anchoring her as she begins to move. It’s gentle at first, a roll of her hips that makes my vision blur. She lifts her hands to gather her hair off her neck. The muscles in her arms flex as she moves, using me, chasing her own pleasure with a confidence that’s downright fucking devastating.

“Fuck, Gwyn,” I grunt, clutching her hips, struggling to hold still and let her set the pace.

She’s so tight and hot. Every slick drag along my cock pulls me closer to the edge. I’m holding back as much as I can, but she feels so, so good. I’m not going to last.

I squeeze my eyes shut, picturing anything I can to prolong the inevitable.