EMBER’S POV
He stands slowly, letting me watch as he strips off his shirt.
His chest is magnificent in the otherworldly light, all hard muscle and tattoos I want to trace with my tongue.
He works his belt open, his zipper, pushes his pants down just enough to free his c**k.
It’s thick and hard and already leaking for me.
He strokes himself once, twice, spreading the precum down his shaft, and my mouth waters.
“See what you do to me?” he asks, his voice rough. “How hard I am for you?”
He steps between my spread thighs, drags the head of his c**k through my folds, coating himself in my arousal. The slide is slippery, obscene, and we both groan.
He slaps his c**k against my c**t once, twice, three times—hard, wet smacks that make me jolt and whimper.
“Beg for it,” he demands.
“Pleas
