He's driving me mad. Why does this beautiful man dare to torture me like this? I thought he loved me. It feels like he loves me, but it also feels like he might hate me a little, too. Can't he hear my whining breaths? Can't he feel how my body trembles uncontrollably with every teasing, testing touch? His hand works between my legs until I'm breathless, alternating between a steady rhythm of thrusts and dizzying pressure against the tingling, throbbing bud with the heel of his palm."Goddess, Killian! What are you doing to me?!" I pant, arching off the bed as he works another finger into me. "Please!""Shhh, my love. It's alright," he purrs against my lower belly, kissing his way to where his hand torments me. His tongue darts out, flicking against my clit with the perfect amount of force and speed to make my vision white out a moment. "You're almost ready for me. Just a little more."I don't know if I have a little more left in me. It's like I'm barreling toward the edge of a cliff,
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