Violet

His fingers thrust deep again, curling perfectly inside me, and I let out another broken moan, louder this time.

Every slow drag of his fingers made my hips jerk up, chasing more of his touch. My body was trembling beneath him. My walls fluttered helplessly around him, already tight, already soaked, the wet sound of my arousal echoing in the room.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

His palm pressed down on my lower stomach, pinning me in place, while his fingers moved in a slow, punishing rhythm, perfectly angled to keep me teetering on the edge without letting me come.

“H-Hades—” I moaned, barely able to speak....