Larissa's POV
I writhed beneath him as his fingers traced along my already slick entrance. "Carson..."
"Already so ready for me," he murmured against my ear, his finger circling teasingly. "My perfect little wife."
He slid one finger deep inside me, drawing a breathless moan from my lips. "Oh God..."
"Not quite, but I appreciate the reverence." He added another finger, stretching me in the most exquisite way. "Do you want more?"
I could only nod, words failing me as he began moving his fingers with deliberate slowness.
"Look at you," his voice was rough with hunger. "Absolutely stunning when you fall apart for me."
His thumb pressed against my sensitive bundle of nerves, creating firm circles that sent sparks shooting through my vision. My body arched against his touch, desperate for more of the pleasure he was building inside me.
"Please," I breathed, my fingers wrapping around his wrist to anchor him there.
"Tell me exactly what you need."
