POV: Alaric
I watched as her body trembled, her muscles clenching and unclenching, desperate for the release I was withholding.
I slipped a single finger inside her, groaning at how tight she was around me. Fuck, she was drenched.
Her head tossed back, a sharp gasp tearing from her throat 'Oh, god! Alaric…" She gasped, her body arching against the restraints. I smirked, curling my finger inside her, pumping in slow, teasing strokes, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue, which was peppering her swollen clit.
"Yes… like that… please…" she whimpered. Her juices slicked my fingers. She was fucking wet and ready to take me in.
I slid in a second finger, stretching her, working her open. Harder. Deeper. My fingers curled, dragging along that soft, sensitive spot inside her, making her cry out.
She clenched around me, gripping my fingers so fucking tight I could barely move.
I pulled out my tongue, took a kneeling position, and pulled out my fingers.
