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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟as his stunning mate's thighs trembled against his cheeks. Emma was now finding the real reason for the four-poster king bed in the center of the bedroom, considering vampires didn't sleep. And even if she could, Carlisle had no intention of letting her sleep.
"I'm c-close. Carlisle, I'm... I'm... I - ah!" Right as she was about to fall over the precipice, Carlisle pulled away, smirking devilishly as the pressure died down, leaving her core aching. "That's not n-nice."
Carlisle pouted, feigning sympathy, as his thumbs stroked the insides of her thighs where he was holding her down. To him, her skin was still just as soft, only not as delicate. What he could appreciate about her new state of mortality was that she was no longer breakable. He could love her, fuck her, without restraint.
"You dare tell me to do with my pussy?" He raised his brow, his green eyes peering at her above her mound, daring her to fight with him. "Of course, if you would rather take care of her, be my guest-"
"No!" He smirked once again as Emma gripped his wrist, begging him to stay between the apex of her thighs. "No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just, please, d-don't go. Carlisle, please."
"Mhmm," Carlisle hummed, loving how desperate she was for him. "You're going to be a good girl?"
"Yes," Emma gasped. "Yes, I promise I will be. Just, please, touch me, Carlisle. Please."
"Since you asked so nicely." He groaned as her lips parted way as his tongue dragged from the base up toward the cluster of nerves hidden toward the top. Then he sucked the bug, holding her hips down as they tried to jerk off the bed.
"Oh, yes! Yes, please, yes!"
Her fingers tugged on his hair in a tight grip, pulling at his roots, as she tried to find anything to ground herself. His tongue was teasing her so mercilessly and her orgasm was quickly building once more. He continued his assault and right as she reached the edge, he pulled away.
Emma could only sob, pulling at his hair, begging him to return and allow her to release the crippling pressure within her, but he didn't listen, innocently peppering kisses to the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
"Only good girls get to come, Emmaline," he drawled, looking up at her through his lashes. She could feel him smirking against her skin, and she wanted to throttle him!
She knew that she could easily overpower his strength, take control. Carlisle had always been the dominant one between the two when it came to their bedroom activities. She had always been inclined to submit, adoring how he cherished and ravished her within the sheets. She could easily make him make her come right this second, with him being so haughty and mighty.
