Aurora's POV. 64.
Then his hand—hot, rough, claiming—slid down between my thighs.
I jerked.
The ropes around my wrists tugged against the headboard. My ankles, still tied wide apart, left me wide open—exposed, trembling.
And then—
“Mmh... um...ahhh!”
A cry ripped from my throat as his finger sank deep into my p***y.
Not soft.
Not teasing.
He shoved it in. All the way.
My back arched, my t**s rising under the ropes tying them together. My thighs trembled. My mouth fell open around nothing.
“f*****g soaked,” he muttered darkly. “You’re dripping, baby. This p***y’s filthy for me, isn’t it?”
“yes, yes... f**k yes....Luther—ahh—!”
My breath came in sharp little gasps as he curled his finger and dragged it out slowly—then slammed it back in again. Over and over. Each thrust harder
