Pearl’s POV
The sound was obscene. Wet. Slick. Echoing in the silence of the red-draped room. His fingers moved inside me with deliberate precision, curling, dragging, pressing in ways that made my thighs tremble.
“Listen,” Demyan whispered, his lips grazing my ear. His voice was low, velvet-dark, dripping command. “Hear that?”
I wanted to shake my head, to block out the noise, but I couldn’t escape it. Each thrust of his fingers made the room echo with the sound of my arousal. I squeezed my eyes shut in shame, but he growled against my throat.
“Don’t you dare hide from me. That’s the sound of your p***y crying with joy for me. So wet, so greedy, she’s begging me to never stop.”
My breath stuttered, my body arching as his thumb circled mercilessly over my clit. Every nerve lit up like
