I Want to Hear You Begging [M]

Lucian gave her an innocent smile, his fingers still buried inside her but unmoving. His other hand traced slow, lazy circles on her thigh as if he had all the time in the world. "Hmm?" he hummed, feigning innocence. "Something wrong, sweetheart?"

She almost screamed. "You stopped!"

"I did." His smile deepened, utterly shameless. "You just look so damn cute like this—desperate, needy. How could I not take a moment to savor the view?"

Medeia gasped, nearly choking on air. How cruel of him! How unfair!

"No, no, no! Lucian, I'm almost there!" she whined, her hips instinctively rolling forward, chasing the pleasure he so cruelly took away.

"Almost there?" He tilted his head, pretending to ponder. "Then I guess you'll just have to work for it, sweetheart."

Medeia's eyes widened. "You wouldn't—"