His other hand gripped my face, fingers squeezing my cheeks gently, mouth crashing into mine before I could even breathe.
"Now taste how sweet you are," he growled against my lips, sliding his fingers back into me without warning.
I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed every sound.
My hips moved toward him, traitorous and greedy.
He didn't let up.
"This is how you drive me crazy, Aria," he rasped. "Every second I'm around you, I'm starving. I'm addicted. And I'm not stopping until you learn what you've done to me."
I whimpered, helpless, every muscle tight with need.
Then I broke. Like a fucking dam.
I came, hard, crying out into his shoulder, shaking as the orgasm ripped through me without mercy.
He stilled. Let the moment hang there. Then leaned into my ear.
"You disobeyed me."
I barely heard it over the pounding in my chest.
"That means," he whispered, unbuckling his belt with one hand, "you get punished."
