Her body trembled, every nerve alight with unbearable pleasure. Each slow, deliberate stroke of his fingers between her thighs sent waves of fire through her, her hips bucking helplessly against his touch. She hated how much she loved this-how easily he reduced her to a whimpering, desperate mess.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice dark with amusement. "Soaked just from being teased. You can't even control yourself, can you?"
She whimpered, her fingers twisting in the sheets as another shuddering gasp escaped her lips. His touch was maddening-never giving her enough, never letting her tip over the edge completely. Just circling, teasing, torturing her until her entire body was wound tight with need.
"P-Please-" she begged, her voice breaking.
"Please what?" Allen's voice was a low rumble, vibrating through the charged air. He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, his fingers maintaining their torturously slow pace.
