Page 155 of I Will Mend You
Her voice is tinged with curiosity, reminding me of the skittish girl who first answered my call during a thunderstorm. She was so nervous that morning, yet I coaxed her into climaxing with my voice.
“Just like that,” I say with a groan.
Amethyst’s hand rests atop mine as I stroke my shaft, and her breath quickens. That’s all I need to tell she’s excited.
“Does this feel like I’m put off by your scars?” I ask.
She gives her head a vigorous shake, making her curls bounce. One of her fingers wanders off mine and slides against my cock, sending jolts of pleasure through my core.
I hiss through my teeth, my gaze locked with hers as I wait for her courage to bloom. Her touch is hesitant at first, with just the barest trace of a fingertip grazing my shaft. When a second joins, my breath hitches.
“Is this okay?” she asks.
“More,” I groan, my hand continuing along the same rhythm.
The sensation of her fingers on my cock is almost too much to bear. When she licks those swollen lips, I groan.
My hips buck, wanting her to add another finger. “That’s it, little ghost,” I say, my voice thick with lust. “You’re doing so well.”
Her eyes spark with determination and desire as she looks up at me. Slowly, she replaces my hand with hers, taking full control. Her strokes become more assured, more deliberate, each movement a calculated promise of ecstasy. My balls tighten, the intensity of her touch sending shivers up my spine.
“Fuck, Amethyst,” I groan, my breath hitching. “You’re driving me crazy.”
The corners of her pretty lips lift with a smile, radiating confidence. “Are you going to come for me, Xero?”
Her voice is so sultry that I’m on the brink of release. When did my little ghost get so bold?
“Answer me,” she says.
Anticipation, mixed with the slow and sensual rhythm of her hand, pulls me into a whirlwind of pleasure. I’m drowning in her seductive green eyes, drowning in her scent, drowning in her touch.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, barely recognizing my own voice.
Her hand pauses, leaving me teetering on the edge of madness. My body shivers, the desperate need for release coursing through every vein, pooling like liquid fire.
“Why did you stop?” I rasp.
Her eyes glint with mischief before they narrow into dangerous slits. “Because I can. Because I want to see you beg.”
“Amethyst,” I growl, my body thrumming with need.
My heart pounds like a caged beast, ready to break through my ribs. It matches the rhythm of my throbbing cock. I have never had to beg a woman, but Amethyst has a way of making me break my own rules.
She licks her lips again, and I imagine that little pink tongue swirling around my crown. Her fingers tighten around my shaft, reminding me of what’s at stake.
“Enjoying yourself, little ghost?” I grind out.
“Yes,” she answers, her eyes glinting with wickedness. “I love seeing you so needy.”
The primal instinct to take control rears forward, but I clench my jaw, fighting back the urge to demand satisfaction. This is her test, her way of exerting control. I force myself to stay calm, to obey.
“Go on. Beg for it,” she murmurs, her voice sending shivers down my spine. “Beg me to continue.”
Rage and desire mount within my soul, bringing up my drive to dominate. But I swallow it down, focusing on her delicate trust. This is more than a test—it’s a chance to prove I will never take more than she’s willing to give.
“Please, Amethyst,” I rasp, my voice raw with need. “Please don’t stop. I need it. I need you.”
Her eyes darken, and her lips curve into a satisfied smile. The fingers around my shaft loosen and tighten, shocking me with jolts of pleasure and pain.