Viona's POV
My hand reflexively reached back, scratching the mattress to brace myself when my body squirmed as Rafael bit into the skin around my breasts.
"Awwh… doc… nggh… why did you bite it?" I asked, still staying in character.
Rafael answered by biting harder, sucking deep into my skin.
He deliberately drew a slow, firm suck near the areola without touching the nipple, like he was intentionally torturing me with that sharp mix of pain and pleasure.
He sucked deeply, again and again, along the sides of my breast until I bit down hard on my lower lip, his pull so intense it made my breath hitch.
"Aahh… doc, it hurts… why do you keep biting me?" I asked in a pleading, sultry tone, half acting, half not.
It stung. But strangely, I wanted him to keep sucking.
The sting only made my core throb harder, made everything feel sharper, more thrilling. I wanted him to keep going and not forget the nipple.
Was he trying to make me beg just to have it "operated" already?
