Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 257(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
“You were in the bathtub,” I say, prompting her to get back in that headspace.
“Yes,” she whispers. “I was.”
“Were you lying back in the water?” I ask, urging her to lean fully against me.
She does, pressing her back against my chest, her perfect ass grazing just the outline of my cock.
“Yes,” she answers.
“Where were your hands?” I ask.
She goes quiet.
I run my hands down her arms, my touch lingering on her silken skin. “Close your eyes,” I demand. She obeys, and I get harder at the submission, the trust. She wasn’t lying when she said she trusted me. That’s everything. “Go back to that night,” I say. “Where were your hands, Annika?”
“I can’t…” she whispers, shaking her head against my chest, eyes still closed.
“You can trust me,” I urge her. “You said so yourself.”
“You promise?” The question is so vulnerable.
“I promise,” I assure her. “I’ve got you.”
She leans into me, relaxing a little. She catches my hands as I sweep them over hers.
And moves one of them right between her thighs.
My fangs punch out at the first, light touch over her swimsuit.
“What were you thinking about?” The question scrapes out of me as she continues to tease herself with my hand. “Where you thinking about someone pumping into you? Slow and hard or fast and chaotic?” Fuck, I want to know. I want to know exactly what gets her off.
Annika’s eyes flutter open, looking over her shoulder at me. “Yes,” she says. “I was thinking about someone.”
My fangs pulse, instinct sharpening to the desire I smell coming off of her. “And what was this someone doing to you?”
“Touching me,” she answers, her breath shuddering a little as she shifts my hands against her heat. “Kissing me.”
Jealousy threatens to steal this charged moment. Whoever she was fantasizing about is now my number one enemy.
“Did they make you tremble?” I ask, applying a little extra pressure as she moves against me. “Like you are now?”
“Yes.”
“And what did they do next?” I lean my cheek against hers, inhaling deeply as I hold her tighter against me.
“You sank your fangs into my thigh—”
She cuts herself off, her eyes locking onto mine.
“Me,” I say. “You were thinking about me?”
She nods. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
That brings me up short, my awareness slicing down to the bone. Her grip tightens on my hand like I might run away. The admission breaks something in me. The visualization, the notion that she’d been touching herself while thinking about me…
I spin her to face me, crushing my mouth on hers.
Restraints be damned, I need her like my next feed.
Mine.
Not my anything. I shoot the thought down as I suck her tongue into my mouth.
Not mine. She has a need I can satisfy. I can do that. I can be that for her. A tool for release. A conduit to help her control her power.
I cup her face like she’s something delicate, kissing her in soaring sips. Her breathy little moans tell me everything I need to know about what she likes. She rocks her hips against me as I roll my tongue against the roof her mouth in a dominating claim.
And fuck me, every inch of my body wants hers. I want to sink my cock and fangs into her right this second, see if she can moan loud enough to break the wards.
But that’s not what this is about.
This is about trust.
About breaking down barriers.
I plunge my hand back into the water, and slip her bikini bottoms to the side. I pull back to look down at her, gauging her reaction. “This okay?”
“Yes, please.”
That please has my cock aching to sink into her. I ignore the coursing need pumping through my veins, focusing on her. I slide my fingers through her silken heat, claiming her mouth again as I tease her clit.
“Dagon,” she says against my lips.
“Can you feel the connection?” I ask, some part of my brain still functioning, still remembering this is a lesson. “To your power? Like that night?”
A tiny whimper slips past her lips as I dip my finger into her heat in a teasing flick. “Yes,” she says. “I can feel it.”
“Good,” I praise her, slipping in another fingers. Fuck me, she’s so hot and squeezes me so well. “Study that feeling.”
A frustrated groan rips out of her that makes me smile against her mouth before I nip at her bottom lip. “You can do this,” I encourage her. “Focus.”
She trembles in my embrace, her fingers digging into my back as she clings to me. “There,” she says, eyes closed.
“Good.” I pump my fingers into her, dragging them out to roll over her clit before doing it again. She rocks into the teasing touches, her body so damn responsive to me. Heat floods my body, my muscles clenching against the instincts begging me to fuck her right here and now.