Chapter 4 IMPULSES AND INSTINCTS (2)

WILLA'S POV

“Y-yes… Han, please… I-”

In response to my incoherent begging, he pulled away from me, forcing me to let go of the loose grip on him. But Han maintained his kneeling pose between my legs, his lustful gaze greedily drinking in my vulnerable form.

One of his hands splayed on my stomach and slowly descended, going exactly where I wanted to be touched the most. A finger then circled my clit, eliciting a sharp moan from me. I needily arched my back at the burst of pleasure that zapped through every fiber of my being.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Moan for me. Let me hear you. Don’t shy away from me. Not your voice. Not your body…”

With his other hand, he held my hip to keep me from squirming too much and shying away from his touch.

“Han,” I called out breathlessly, sounding utterly wrecked already.

Involuntarily, my legs jerked, knees bending slightly at the incessant sparks of euphoric bliss caused by the insanely titillating motions of his fingers against my clit. I couldn’t help but move my hips slightly, my heels digging against the mattress, creating small divots.

“Quite sensitive, I see,” Han remarked teasingly, dragging a finger against my weeping cunt. “Are you sensitive here too?”

His other hand reached out to my breast and lightly flicked my nipple that had perked up in attention as soon as he had removed my bra earlier.

A loud mewl made it past my lips as I found the mild sting quite pleasurable.

“Oh?” Han’s eyebrow rose in interest, and a predatory grin graced his handsome face.

“Oh gods,” I moaned, shamelessly loud, when he placed his lips on my left nipple and his unbusy hand on the other.

He sucked, licked, squeezed, and toyed with my breasts, clearly trying to draw out more reactions for me.

“H-han,” I whined, back arched slightly and hands gripping at the sheets above my head.

The attention given to my humble mounds, as well as the relentless teasing of his fingers on my wet folds, were too much, and yet I found myself craving for more.

Then the ‘more’ he gave me came when he easily slipped a finger inside of me, moving in and out at a deliberately slow pace.

It was just one finger, but it had my eyes rolling at the back of my head at how good it felt. My body is on fire, and yet I was willing to burn brighter and hotter if it meant he wouldn’t stop, if it meant he would give me more of him.

One finger became two, scissoring me open in preparation for something bigger: his cock that had been standing erect and hard since earlier.

“So good,” I cried out, toes curling at the sensations Han was bombarding me with.

Just then, his mouth left my breast, and he began showering licks and nibbles to my clavicle, saying in between, “Gorgeous… My mate. My Willa. Tell me. What do you want…”

I groaned, feeling myself grow hotter. “I should’ve known you would want me to beg for it.”

There was a devilish glint in his eyes as he replied, “Not really beg… I simply wanted to hear you say it. To hear what you want and need from me. To hear a resounding consent that I can fuck you, knot you and breed you.”

It was mortifying that every obscenely filthy word that left his lips had me gushing like a lecherous and desperate woman.

The embarrassment must’ve shown on my face because Han’s expression softened for a brief moment.

He ceased all of his touches on my body, leaving me feeling bereft and oddly cold. But before I could whine in protest, he set himself hovering above me with one arm set beside my head to support his weight. Then he brought up the hand that was wet with my juices and made a show of licking and sucking the wetness from his fingers, lewdly making noises as he did so.

The sight of him left me speechless, and I could only watch, blushing furiously as our eyes maintained a heated contact.

Still with such a mesmerizing dark gaze on my face, he freed his fingers from his mouth and rested his second arm on the other side of my head. Then he rolled his hips, slow and deliberate. His hardness deliciously brushed against my cunt as he said, “Feel this, Willa? I am as desperate for you as you are desperate for me.”