Her eyes widened, lids fluttered, then locked with his again, full of desperation and want and things he didn’t recognize. He realized then that it was a terrible idea to make her say his name when she came. Realized too that he’d still

do it.

He lowered his lips to her ear, barely held himself back from tracing the shell of it with his tongue, and rasped, “I’m going to taste you now.”

She shivered. He moved down the bed and yanked her legs wide, set his mouth upon her without warning, a broad sweep of his tongue that allowed him to taste her and feel her and revel in her.

He grinned, pinning her hips to the bed while he repeated the motion. From the way she moved and cried out, it pushed her hard and high and fast.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered against her flesh, and swirled his tongue around her clitoris, wanting to feel her move beneath him. He was rewarded by her thighs clamping about his head, by her broken moan echoing through the room.

“Say my name,” he rasped, looking up to see her clutching the bars of the headboard and panting, her pink lips parted so seductively that his cock jerked.

She shook her head, and he wasn’t sure why she resisted—maybe because she sensed that this was all a dark game, a way to get a taste of what he wanted while holding her at arm’s length.

He was a selfish bastard.

“Say it,” he growled, pushing a finger into her and curving it upward to make her want to say his name.

“Cam.” High and needy and desperate.

He watched her lips form his name and realized that her voice was the only thing he could hear. As if he were in a vacuum, with nothing except her. Even the forest had quieted, so cacophonous before, now drowned out by the blood pounding through his limbs and ears and cock.

He set his mouth upon her ravenously, wanting to feel her come, shake, clench beneath him. He pushed another finger inside her, moaning at the feeling of her gripping him.

“Cam!” Her legs trembled. She was close.

Though he wanted to taste her orgasm on his tongue, he realized he wanted to see her face, her eyes, as she lost herself in what he could give her.

It was fucked up, saying this was a selfless act when he did it for his own pleasure. He was getting in deeper than was wise, wanting to see her face. But he couldn’t help it. His cock throbbed against his pants, demanding. But it was his mind that he couldn’t disobey.

She whimpered and jerked at her bonds when he drew his mouth away. He rose swiftly up her body, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb while continuing to thrust his fingers inside her.

He watched her as pleasure clouded her eyes, occasionally dragging his gaze down to watch his big hand working between her white thighs.

Unable to help himself, he ground his cock against her thigh, helpless to stifle the groan that rose in his throat.

“You want this?” he growled, partially to remind himself that this was about her. But also to hear it from her lips.

“Yes,” she said on a breath, her eyes locked with his. Desperation flared in their depths.

Someone pounded on the door. Cam froze, then picked up his pace again.

“Cam!” Ana cried in alarm.

“Come for me, Ana,” he rasped.

The pounding continued. No, damn it. He would have this. She would have this.

“Ignore it. Come for me, Ana. Let me feel you.”

His words pushed her over the edge. Her pussy gripped his fingers in delicious spasms, her hips flexing and her arms straining against the bonds. He couldn’t look away, kept trying to coax her higher with his fingers as his eyes raced over her face.

The pounding came again, this time harder and faster.

“A minute, damn it,” he yelled.

He watched as the strained pleasure faded from her face, then he gently removed his hand.

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