But she doesn’t need to worry. I’ll take her there. I can finish her from across the room with the lethal knowledge I have of this woman’s body.
“You don’t know what talking like that does to me,” she whispers.
“I do,” I growl. “I feel it in my fucking chest every time.”
A broken whine tumbles from her lips. She tries to buck into her own touch, but I can tell she’s losing the thread of feeling.
“Feel how wet you are? How silken and perfect? Now take those fingers and circle around your needy clit,baby.”
“This is harder by myself,” she confesses with a little frustrated laugh even as she does what I say.
“Rub up and down with light pressure, then back to circles. Small ones, tighter now.” I watch her hips twitch. “Right there. You feel that pulse?”
This time she moans, not from frustration but from satisfaction. Her hips chase the rhythm like she’s been aching for this all night.
My cock pulses hard. My stomach clenches like I’ve been punched. I still don’t touch myself—I won’t—but every inch of me is strung so tight I could snap.
“You know why that feels so fucking good?” I ask. “Because I know everything about you.”
Her fingers falter, her gaze meeting mine. I want to dive into those glassy, blown pupils.
“I know how your breath hitches when you’re close. I know the way your thighs tremble when you want more, but don’t want to ask,” I say, my feet moving of their own accord. “I know that you always sleep curled on your right side, but when you’ve had a good feed, you roll to your back and let your legs fall open just like this.”
She makes a strangled sound—half-laugh, half-moan—like no one’s everseenher this much.
Slowly, I stalk around the bed, nearing her from the side. “I know when a John’stongue isn’t going deep enough. When they go too slow or go too fast. When they don’t hit the right angle. I’ve watched them fumble through the motions while you lie back, silent, but your brow ticks just enough for me to know it’s not right.”
A shiver ripples down her legs. Her breath catches.
I drop to a crouch next to her, my face close, my voice soft but rough. “I know the exact second your lips part from real pleasure, not performance. I know the spot that makes your hips jolt—lower, harder pressure, just there,” I gesture with my hand, and she obeys, biting her lip.
Her moan is all confirmation.
“I’ve memorized the sounds you make when it’s working. And the ones you try to swallow when it’s not.”
Aurora’s cheeks flush, her hand circling tighter.
“You think they ever saw you?” I whisper. “They fed you. Fucked you. But they didn’tseeyou.”
My hands tremble, caught between the pull of her and my own resistance. The urge to move closer is overwhelming, yet I force myself to stand, backing up two steps to put her out of reach.
“But I have, sweetheart. I’ve watched your body through every feed, memorized your tells, mapped out your need like it’s sacred scripture. And not once, notfuckingonce, have I ever been the one inside you.”
I clench my fists. Hard. My knuckles crack. I grind my teeth like it’ll keep my hands from reaching for her, from ruining everything with one greedy grab.
The fire in my skin buzzes, desperate. Starved.
Is this what she feels like all the time? This ache? This madness? The yank in my gut, the burn in my spine—it makesme believe I could take her without hurting her. Makes me believe the rules don’t matter anymore.
Her head falls back, fingers finding that spot to the left that makes her purr.
“I’ve never gotten to touch you. Never felt your skin under me. And still,” I growl, chest tight, voice wrecked, “I know exactly what you need.”
“And yet,” I say, barely breathing now, “I fantasize about giving you even more.”
Her smoky, crystalline eyes widen. She’s hungry to feed, but she’s also hungry for my words. I can see in every tense line of her face that she’s addicted to everything I’m saying.
“I dream about inflicting new sensations on you." Standing over her, I scan her body. A vicious possessive little smirk ticks up the side of my face. This beautiful image is mine and no one else’s. It sears into my memory like a brand.
