Page 139 of House of Crimson Cloak and Silver Teeth

Then his fingers shift, pressing deeper. They brush against something inside me that makes lightning shoot up my spine.

“Fuck!” The word tears out of me breathlessly. My back arches off the bed. “What—what was that?”

Garrett’s smile is wicked. “Oh? Felt that, did you?”

He does it again on purpose. His fingers press against that spot and pleasure explodes through me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s sharper and more immediate than the building pressure of an orgasm.

My whole body seizes. I’m coming—no, not coming, but something is happening. Waves of pleasure crash through me without the release. My cock twitches, leaking, but nothing comes out.

“What—” I mutter in confusion. “What’s happening?”

“You just experienced something special,” Garrett says with a smirk. “A different kind of pleasure.”

He presses that spot again and I thrash on the bed, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

It’s too fucking intense.

“Garrett—stop—I can’t—”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” His fingers don’t stop. He keeps working that spot relentlessly. “The best part? You can experience it again and again and again. Doesn’t that sound fun, Wolf?”

“No—” I try to twist away but his other hand grips my hip, holding me in place. “Too much—”

He’s cruel. Ruthless. His fingers torture that spot inside me until I’m spasming on the bed, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream. Pleasure crashes through me over and over without end.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, watching me fall apart. “Look at you. Taking it so well.”

I’m twitching and trembling. My cock is rock hard and leaking, straining toward release that never comes. Pleasure crashes through me again and again, building but never breaking.

“Please—” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. For him to stop. For him to never stop. “Garrett—please—”

Finally, mercifully, his fingers still.

The pressure eases. My whole body trembles and sweat slicks my skin. I lay on the mattress, gasping for air.

“Still with me?” Garrett asks softly.

I can barely nod. My brain feels scrambled. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.

“Good.” His voice drops lower, darker. “Because now I’m going to fuck you properly.”

Garrett hovers over me, positioned between my spread legs. I can’t help but look down. His cock is hard and flushed, bigger than I remembered from the shower.

It’s thick enough that I don’t know how it’s supposed to fit.

But I want it. I want him to put it inside me—

“Hey, Wolf.” Garrett’s voice is sharp.

I look up slowly, meeting his eyes.

“Quit staring at my cock.” There’s an edge to his tone like he’s almost angry. “Look at me.”

I inhale deeply at the chide, focusing on him instead.

“We’re making love, aren’t we?” he says, voice softer now.

Love? Why the fuck is he throwing that word around?