His fingers traced across my hip, finding their way down between my thighs. I whimpered as he slid two of them inside me, my body arching into him, responding to his touch like it was instinct. He groaned against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged.
“Talon, please,” I whimpered again, “don’t stop.”
He let out a low chuckle, his lips trailing down my neck and across my collarbone. “Not planning on it.”
His thumb found my c**t as his fingers curled deliciously inside me, sending me rocketing toward the edge.
His rhythm was relentless, pushing me closer. My hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I burned under his touch. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and unyielding, like he was memorizing every flicker of my expression.
“Good girl,” he growled, his voice rou
