I was going insane. He was making me insane.
“Your skin tastes like heaven,” he murmured, his lips trailing a path from my neck down to my collarbone, occasionally nipping, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. “And you feel like fire. Maybe I should call you little demon instead of angel, what do you think, my love?”
His fingers finally slipped beneath the lace, taking my panties down and circling my c**t with his thumb.
A soft gasp escaped me as he stroked, slow and deliberate, before sliding two fingers into the slick folds.
“Ah, Darian!” I gasped, my hips instinctively bucking against his hand. The pressure was too much, and I needed more. I was ready, he was ready, and I didn’t know why he was delaying the inevitable.
He mimicked the rhythm I’d been working on earlier, only with
