“Are you coming, kitten?” he breathes roughly in my ear. “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. Come undone for me, sweetheart. Come for your King.” He nuzzles my cheek, whispering more filthy encouragement, and when he grinds the heel of his hand hard against my clit, I break. Spirals of glorious bliss twirl outward from his hand through my sex, my belly, along my spine. I arch, squealing softly, and he croons, “Yes, kitten, yes. Gods, I adore you, you beautiful thing.”
