Page 66 of Stay Little Fighter

I never thought I’d be able to handle pain during sex, but I’m quickly learning I was very wrong about that.

Damon laps at the bite mark, soothing the sting before continuing his exploration of every piece of skin between my thighs other than where I need him.

“Look at how wet you are for us, Duchess,” he murmurs as his lips glide over my hip bone.

“Please,” I whine.

He chuckles. “Please, what, Chloe? Please fuck you? Please eat your pretty cunt? You’ll have to be specific about what you’re begging for.”

Sucking in a breath, I search for the confidence I had a few minutes ago.

“I need you.”

“I know.” He smirks. “But I want to hear you say it. I want to hear the words on your swollen pink lips.”

Kingston’s lips brush over the shell of my ear. “You’re safe here, Chloe. You can ask for anything you want or need.”

His reminder warms my chest, because I know that. I know that this room is the safest place in the world for me and that the four men surrounding me would never let anything hurt me.

“I want you to eat my pussy.” I force as much confidence as I can into the words, and I’m rewarded with a symphony of groans.

Damon doesn’t make me wait long, moving his lips lower until he drags my aching clit into his mouth.

His tongue laps softly at the bundle of nerves while he presses two fingers to my entrance, teasing me with the tips but never pushing inside.

“Damon,” I cry out.

“Fuck, Duchess. I never thought I’d get to hear you cry out my name.”

“Please.”

“Just be patient, baby,” he croons, dragging his tongue through my center. “You don’t think we’d leave our girl wanting, do you?”

My chest tightens at his words, because it’s the first time he’s said that.

Our girl.

Tears blur my vision, and my heart rackets in my chest.

This is insane.

Absolute fucking insanity.

I’m tempted to pinch myself to make sure I’m not in some kind of crazy dream that will break my heart to wake up from.

He slips his fingers inside me but doesn’t move them immediately, and it’s almost more maddening than when he had them poised at my entrance.

“I want you to hold onto my hair while you grind your perfect pussy on my face. Can you do that for me, Duchess?”

A soft moan tears from my chest.

Can I do that?

Like it’s some kind of unreasonable ask.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull his face closer to where I need him.

He flashes me a wicked smile before his sinful tongue laves over my swollen clit. His fingers start moving, and stars are once again dancing in my vision.