The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft crackle of the dying fire. Ines lay back on the pillows, her hair fanned out around her like a halo on the white linen.
Carcel teased her opening, his fingers gentle but firm, before he plunged two fingers into her wet depth.
Ines arched her back, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. The sensation was immediate and electric, radiating from her core outward.
Carcel watched her face, his eyes dark with intensity. He increased the tempo a bit, his movements steady and rhythmic.
"Your body," he said, his voice hoarse and low, "has gotten used to this a lot."
Ines's mind was on fire. She couldn't form a coherent thought. "My whole body is tingling," she realized, her hands gripping the sheets. " From inside to outside. It's like... it's like fire."
She looked up at him through hazy eyes. "I wish he could just devour me already. Why does he wait? Why does he tease?
He stopped.
