Page 206 of Breaking Rosalind

“Fuck,” I groan. “Then move.”

Once my shaft is fully sheathed in her sweet cunt, she rocks her hips in a gentle rhythm that has my toes curling.

“Come on, pet,” I growl. “You’re strong enough to ride me until my knees buckle.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Shit.”

“You edged me for days.”

“Hours,” I say.

“It felt like a lot longer.” Her inner muscles tighten around my shaft. “You’re not even close to coming, yet you can’t take being teased for a few seconds.”

My eyes narrow at her rebuke, but I don’t reply because she’s right. I rigged up the vibrating chastity belt to keep building her to the edge, never allowing her any release.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur.

“Tell me that again after an hour.”

My eyes squeeze shut, and I grit my teeth against the overwhelming pleasure. Having her tight cunt muscles squeeze my cock is the sweetest form of torture.

“Look at me when I’m edging you,” she snaps.

Opening my eyes, I stare into her hazel irises that burn like twin orbs of fire. Her long, dark hair lies flat against her face, accentuating her high cheekbones and plump lips.

My breath quickens. It hurts to look at her when she’s this beautiful and wrapped around my cock.

“Don’t you dare come,” she growls, her finger closing in around my nipple and squeezing tight.

“Bitch,” I snarl.

She laughs, like I’m the plaything and she’s the one in control. “You should see yourself, trying so hard not to come apart.” She punctuates that statement with a squeeze of her cunt muscles. “I love seeing you agonized and desperate.”

“Declaring your love so soon, pet?” I say through clenched teeth.

“You’ll have to work harder than that to even get me to like you,” she replies, giving my nipple another painful twist. “But I love seeing you squirm.”

“Vixen.”

I rock my hips back and forth, trying to create a little friction, but that earns me a slap so hard that my head snaps to the side.

My cock, the confused idiot, jumps at the sting. I clench my teeth and growl.

“No moving,” she snaps.

Warm water cascades down her alabaster skin, pooling in her collarbones before coursing down her perfect breasts. Her erect nipples rub against my chest, infusing my veins with molten fire.

Her heated gaze burns into mine and her plum-colored lips curve into a triumphant smirk. She’s a predator watching her prey squirming within her trap.

My hips twitch with the need to thrust, but I know better than to break her rules. Not if I ever want to climax again within her tight heat.

Why the fuck do I like seeing her above me, glowing with so much power?

“We don’t have all evening,” I say with a groan. “Your raw chef is waiting in the galley.”

She rolls her eyes. “Nice try, but you still don’t get to come.”