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Moaning, she rocked her hips, chasing his pumping fingers and needing more.
He blew a breath over her moist petals, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue gently brushing against her clitoris. He was shockingly good at this, building up her pleasure gradually instead of trying to rush her. It was as if he was in her head, knowing exactly how to pleasure her. When she neared the peak, he closed his lips around her clit, sucking it in while his fingers kept pumping, but even though she was teetering on the edge, she couldn't tumble over it.
Was she so out of practice that she couldn't orgasm unless it were her own fingers working the magic?
"Peter," she breathed.
He didn't answer, probably because his lips and tongue were busy, but he lifted a hand to her breast and toyed with her nipple, alternating light pinching with gentle tugging.
The extra stimulation was amazing, and yet she couldn't dive over the edge. He was being too gentle, and she didn't know how to tell him what she needed.
"Please," she murmured instead.
"Please, what?" he growled.
"I need to come, and I can't." It was as close as she could come to admitting her need.
He lifted his head and looked at her with understanding in his glowing eyes. "Close your eyes," he ordered. "And don't move an inch."
A new surge of moisture gathered between her thighs as she obeyed his command.
She heard him open a drawer and then some rustling as he rummaged through it.
What was he looking for?
His hand pushed under her head, and a moment later, she felt a piece of cloth wrapping around her head.
A blindfold.
Was he reading her mind? She'd only made him promise not to change her memories of their time together. She hadn't said anything about him staying out of her head.
"Are you reading my thoughts?" she asked.
"I don't need to. You are an open book to me, Marina."
No one had ever told her that, but maybe this immortal saw her better than most.
When he gripped her wrists and pulled her arms over her head, she suspected that Peter hadn't told her the truth about not peeking into her mind.
The blindfold must have triggered memories of the games she'd played with Nicolai, but it must have been subconscious because she hadn't been aware of thinking about him.
The sad truth was that as much as Marina tried to forget about Nicolai, he was never far from her thoughts. He'd hurt her, eroded her confidence, and she'd spent months obsessing about all the things she might have done better to keep him from leaving her.
Pathetic.
Hopefully, Peter wasn't reading those loser thoughts. She would be mortified if he did.
He didn't say a thing, though, and then she felt another piece of fabric wrapping around her wrists. It wasn't tight, and she could get free if she really wanted to, but it was a reminder to keep her hands where he wanted them, just the way she liked it.
"I know you are reading my mind," she said.
"I told you I’m not." He lifted her legs and delivered a stinging slap to her bottom. "Don't ever doubt my word."
Great Mother, he was perfect.
"I won't make that mistake again." She couldn't help the smile that spread over her face as she planned to do it again as soon as another opportunity presented itself.
"You liked that, didn't you?"
