Page 31 of Examining the Bond

I've never had my breath stolen, but she takes it with the feral look in her eyes.

My whole body shudders at her words. If anyone else tries to tell me I'm not an omega, I'm calling bullshit. I light up at just the mention of a bite, whether it's pain she’s talking about or her teeth sinking into me to claim me. I’d be down for either at this point, though, one seems much more reckless.

“I like it when it's you,” I say, my confidence finally returning. That or it's because I'm so fucking needy for her that I’ll say whatever it takes for her to keep going.

She lets go of my breast, her hand dancing down to my waist, brushing over my hip bone and nudging up the hem of my tank top. I still don't know what to do with my hands, but she doesn't seem to give a fuck.

“Arms up, preciosa.” Her voice rumbles through me. I have no idea what she just called me, but from the little bit of SpanishI know, it sounds likeprecious.Regardless, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

It takes a second for my brain to catch up, and then I do exactly what she says. Her hands slip under my top, exploring my skin as she shoves the material up to reveal my stomach. She keeps going, moving my shirt higher, and hums as my bra is exposed.

“Dios. Look at you,” she murmurs.

I love the way her eyes rove over me, hungrily drinking in the lacy black bra I chose just for her. It's so sheer that there's basically nothing there, and she's got a full view of my painfully hard nipples.

A second later, she pulls my tank top off and tosses it aside, exploring my newly exposed skin with her lips. Her teeth graze over one of my nipples, and I shiver, finally getting the nerve to grab her shoulders and drag her closer.

I thought I’d be more embarrassed being this exposed, but I’m so worked up and desperate for her that my discomfort fades to the background. I want to feel her, touch her, taste her. I want her to examine every part of me, taking her time until I shatter apart beneath her calculated gaze.

I gasp as her fingers grab the hem of my skirt and start to hike it up.

She freezes at the sound.

“Do you want me to stop?” Her hands pause as she waits for my reply. “Just say the word and this all ends. We can walk away like nothing happened.”

Walk away?My heart pitches.

Not a chance.

“I…” I chose my thong just so she could see it; it would be a waste to keep it hidden. But despite how badly I want her to touch my pussy, my nerves are back in full force.

She waits while I contemplate, pressing her lips softly against my collarbone.

Finally, I swallow down my anxiety. “I want you to keep going.Please.I want you to touch me.”

At my insistence, she yanks my skirt upward, and my ass spills out onto the cool wooden desk. My legs tremble as her fingers brush over the lacy panties covering my center, and a raspy exhale escapes me.

“Goddamn,” she says on a breath that makes my pussy clench. “I don’t know if I can control myself when you talk like that.”

Her fingers dip lower, teasing over the barely-there layer of lace, brushing over my pussy.

“You're so fucking gorgeous, Riann,” she groans as her fingers slide the material to the side. The moment her fingertips graze my dripping folds, my back arches off the desk. Pleasure shoots through my core, and I lift my hips, searching for more friction. “Do you know how lucky I am that I can touch you like this?”

Her finger brushes over my clit, and I whimper, my thoughts melting into a garbled mess. With a smirk, she slowly presses a finger inside me, and my mouth drops into an involuntary O. Feeling her against my inner walls has unfamiliar waves of pleasure spiraling through me, making me twitch. I want to feel more of her, exploring every inch, stretching and filling me.

“You’re so wet for me, preciosa,” she purrs, pumping her finger in and out. She carefully adds a second digit and picks up the pace, pressing her lips against mine to swallow the steady string of moans that escape me.

My clit throbs, heat swelling in my center as she works her fingers inside me. The tease of a climax builds, but before I get close, she pulls her fingers out. I immediately sulk at the loss.

I don’t want her to slow down or stop. I want her to fuck me, filling me with her fingers until I come on them.

My eyes fly open as her lips disappear from mine, and I worry that I’ve done something wrong yet again. I watch as she stands up straight, examining the two fingers dripping with slick before holding them out to show me.

“I bet you taste as delicious as you smell.”

Then, to my shock, she pops her fingers into her mouth to suck them clean.

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