Marionne obeyed at once, her breath shaky with need. Aidan’s hands settled on her ass, parting her, his fingers sliding easily through her wetness.
“Aidan…” she whispered.
“I didn’t say you could talk,” he warned, voice low. One finger pushed inside her while his thumb circled her c**t.
She moaned, loud and helpless, fighting the urge to rock against his hand. He kept teasing her, slow and deliberate, then landed a sharp smack across her skin. Another followed, and another. Each one made her gasp and arch, pressing herself harder onto his fingers.
“Please,” she begged, “I love that. More.”
He gave her more—five crisp spanks that left her skin hot and stinging—then paused to trace a single finger through her soaked folds.
In one smooth motion, he flipped her onto her back. The burn fr
