Page 77 of His Dark Pact

She remembered all right. It was the reason she hadn’t leaped from his body already.

“My orgasm, sir?” She twisted briefly to glance back at his face, needing the reassurance that he was still prepared to offer her the reward.

“Yes.” His lips curled as their gazes collided. “Your pleasure.”

She could have sworn a choir of angels chorused at her joy.

“Open your legs for me, little girl.”

She forced her knees wider, not wanting to do anything to delay or deter her looming climax, and was rewarded with one digit as it slid into her sex.

“You’re so wet for me.” His groan was appreciative as his finger eased in and out of her.

“Oh God.”

“I think you enjoyed your spanking more than you’re letting on.” His chuckle was dark as a second finger glided into her, and she gripped them gratefully, never wanting to let him go. “Far more, little girl.”

“Yes!” She gasped as he slowly increased the rhythm of his digits. She’d never much liked it when Graham had used his fingers in the past, but Kyle’s technique was exemplary. The ideal intensity met the perfect pace as he coaxed fresh whimpers from her mouth. Plus, the gentle brush of a third finger at her tingling bud was driving her insane, the pressure just enough to tug her higher and higher into the looming pleasure. “Yes, sir.”

“You’re delectable.”

She could hear the strain in his voice as his hand increased its tempo, and she responded with a desperate mewl.

“So fucking good.”

She caught her lip between her teeth, wanting to relish every moment, yet silently praying his ministrations never ended. At the rate he was going, it wasn’t going to take long to topple her. Her hips rocked of their own accord as she willed her pleasure closer.

“Please, sir.” There was no choice anymore. The edge of the precipice was upon her. She was going to fall whether he liked it or not. “I’m going to come!”

“Yes, you are.” A guttural moan escaped his throat as her pussy contracted around his fingers.

Time lengthened around her as the upsurge of powerful sensation raged and landed on her like an avalanche. There were no words for the feeling—nothing that could come close to describing the enormity of such intensity—so instead, she held on, breathing hard as her body spasmed.

“Come for me, little girl. I want to feel it!”

The world around her was muted as the hedonism crashed over in wonderful, supplicant waves. She was present but not wholly aware; compliant, yet contracted with knotted desire. Still sprawled over him, she was still breathing, still alive—but she might as well have been flying in outer space for all it mattered. Oxygen, gravity, and matter were all irrelevant. There was only him, his heat, and her overwhelming desire.

Kyle had taken her to the stars and pushed her so hard and so far, she scarcely even knew her own name.

“Beautiful.” He lowered over her to kiss the small of her back—the same place his shiny shoes had donned not long before. “I want you, Amy.”

“Yes, please, sir.” She writhed over him. “I want you, too.”

“Down on your knees.” Withdrawing his hand from between her legs, his free arm eased her down to the rug.

She fell into a heap with a small yelp, her head spinning as she glanced up at the raging fire. They were still there then, in his study? She hardly believed it.

“See how wet you are.”

Kyle thrust his fingers in her direction, splaying the digits so the evidence of her arousal was clear to see.

Fuck.

She clenched at the sight, shame rising as heat on her face as she met his knowing gaze. She’d done that. Her desire had coated three of his long fingers.

“You make me that horny, sir.” She shuddered lightly at the memory of just how fucking good that orgasm had been—the best yet.

The best ever.