Her thighs widened and she whined, focusing on the pain that she felt when her teeth pressed against her lower lip instead of the pleasure that surged through her body at the contact of her fingers that slid in between her welcoming folds, pressing against her pulsating sex.
"This is wet."
Something in his jaws ticked as he watched her.
"I think it's really wet."
He could hear it and that didn't help at all. It didn't help that his hearing was this good.
The way she moved her fingers up and down, every swipe, every stroke, he could hear everything.
Now, he couldn't hold back anymore, he walked across the room with intent and determined steps, and something sparked in her eyes when she saw that.
Her gaze followed him as he move closer to her, while she bit back a moan that threatened to slip past her lips.
She shouldn't stop now, but somehow, she didn't want to.
"It feels warm."
