"P-Please…" She sobbed, her forehead dropping to his shoulder. "I can't—I can't think—I need—"
"You need to say it."
He kissed the shell of her twitching ear, then nipped the sensitive tip just hard enough to make her jolt.
"Three words, Maelona. That's all. Then I'll fuck you until you scream. Until you soak the sheets. Until you forget everything except me."
Her whole body trembled. Pride, shame, and raw, clawing need warred violently inside her chest.
He flexed again, holding the pressure until she keened.
"Ahhh~ fuck~!"
"There she is," he purred, licking a tear from her cheek. "My good girl is starting to break."
One hand slid down between them. Two fingers framed her clit without touching it… close enough that she could feel the heat of his skin, but not enough to grant relief.
"Say it," he whispered, breath hot against her mouth. "And I'll rub this pretty little thing until you gush. Say it, and I'll pound up into you so hard you'll feel me in your throat tomorrow."
