His big hand on her breast, working the full flesh, rubbing and scratching at her hard nipple through the tape. And his mouth…oh, his mouth was making her crazy, his teeth so damn sharp, making her yell, making her throat raw. His lips soft, his tongue so wet and…perfect. Jesus, if only he’d use his mouth on her…just get down between her thighs and plunge inside her. “Oh…” she groaned. He slid his tongue lower, in the space between her breasts, and bit into her breast, small nibbles that led to deeper bites, digging his teeth into her needy flesh. “Yes,” she whispered, letting her head fall back as she welcomed it all—pain and pleasure and him. He let the slapper fall from his hand and dug his fingers into the back of her thigh, hard, finding the pressure points there once more. It fucking hurt, enough to make her yell again, a low growl that hurt her throat. “Yes…Finn…Sir…”
