His fingers, already deeply lodged in her anus, didn't stop.
They moved with a slow, cruel cadence, entering and exiting the tight muscular ring, which now contracted around them in involuntary spasms of shock and escalating pleasure.
"Are you going to come?" he questioned, his voice a moist, intimate whisper in her ear, while his fingers continued their meticulous work, curving slightly inward, searching for that point of internal pressure that would make her collapse.
Elion's body trembled violently.
"P-paraahhnn~!" The moan was a gush, hoarse and broken, more an acknowledgment of the inevitability than a denial. Her hands, gripping the cold edge of the bathtub, whitened at the knuckles.
She tried to push her hips back to escape the invasion, but the movement only drove his fingers deeper, making her gasp with a new peak of sensation.
He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his back.
