CHAPTER 228

AMARA

“Not yet,” he whispered again, lips brushing mine—soft, teasing, infuriating.

“Beg for it.”

My eyes flew open.

He was still right there—thick, hot head of him nudging insistently at my entrance, rubbing slow, deliberate circles through my slick folds—but he wasn’t pushing in.

Not yet.

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