Page 59 of Touch of Hate
This is the Ren I know. The Ren I missed with every beat of my broken heart. I’m home, finally, because he’s here with me.
I feel so full and happy that I can’t put it into words.
Something else keeps me from forming a sentence, too. Something that hasn’t eased in the moments since Ren came.
No. In fact, it’s worse than ever.
I lift my hips, whimpering pitifully. “Is there such a thing as blue balls for women?” I finally mutter in misery. “Because I think I have it. Please, help me. Make it go away.”
His brows lift in time with the amusement twisting his lips in a smirk. “You want a little relief? Did tasting my cock get you all worked up?”
“Yes.” Because what’s the use of pride at a time like this? I’m dying, I’d swear it, dying from arousal that’s crossed the line into pain. “Please, god, it hurts. Please touch me. Make me come.”
Before he can respond, I blurt out, “Fuck me, Ren.”
I don’t know where it came from. I didn’t mean to say it. Like deeper wisdom forced it out of me. Because that’s what I really want, deep down inside. I want to feel him inside me, locked with me. I want to feel like I’m his, body and soul. I need it. I’ll die without it.
The same dark need I saw earlier flashes across his face again, and for a heartbeat, I’m sure he’s going to give me what I need. I don’t even care that my hands have gone numb, and my shoulders are going to hurt like hell by the time I can move my arms again. He’s finally going to fuck me, to claim me.
Thank god. There’s no silencing the groan of misery that comes from deep inside me when he shakes his head.
“No, angel. Not yet. I won’t fuck you like this.”
“But it hurts,” I whine in a voice I hardly recognize. Can’t he see what he’s doing to me? Of course he can, and he likes it.
And, dammit, a part of me likes it, too. Even if the rest of me is not a fan.
“Don’t worry.” His eyes twinkle as he reaches into his back pocket. “I didn’t forget about you. I knew giving me pleasure would turn you on. You’re a bad girl, after all, angel.”
My eyes widen at the sight of a silver device. Small, shaped like an elongated egg, with a slim cord and control knob attached to one end. I’ve seen them before, but I’ve never used one.
“Is that a vibrator?” I ask with my heart in my throat.
“It is, and it’ll keep you feeling good while I go and cool off. If I don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you now.”
Before I can beg him again to do just that, he yanks the sweatpants down to my knees and spreads my thighs. The cool air against my hot skin leaves me arching my back, almost sobbing in pleasure so intense it’s closer to pain. It wouldn’t take long to make me come now.
Why won’t he give me what I need?
I can’t see the vibrator anymore, but I feel the pressure as he inserts it into my sopping pussy. It slides in easily, thanks to how wet I am.
It feels foreign and slightly uncomfortable, but my arousal makes up for it.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring down at me. “So wet. I can smell it from here.” The hunger in his voice is promising, but he doesn’t so much as lower his head for a lick. Instead, he picks up the control knob and twists it.
“Oh. My. God.” My head falls back, eyes closed, when a light vibration begins rumbling between my thighs, inside me. It feels so incredibly good and painfully miserable at the same time.
“Please,” I whine. “It’s good, so good, but not enough to push me over the edge.”
Ren simply smiles knowingly before pulling the vibrator out and holding it to my clit. The orgasm hits me so fast and unexpectedly that, for a moment, I’m so overwhelmed by it that I worry I might pass out. I’m still coming down from my release when I feel the vibrator back in my pussy.
“This will keep you feeling good for now, and the next orgasm is going to be ten times stronger than this.”
Did he just say ten times? I blink my eyes open, the veil of pleasure still heavily draped over them. The orgasm I just had isn’t doing much to quench the thirst for more.
Even when I squeeze my legs tight, it’s not enough sensation to do the trick. It’s only enough to keep me close to the edge, to make me writhe and moan with mindless lust.
“You stay put, angel.” His lips ghost against my clammy forehead, his voice barely audible under my pitiful cries begging for relief. “And remember, only I can make this stop. I’m in control. Isn’t that right?”