“Look what you do to me, Seren,” he says, and he removes one hand from beside her head, gripping himself, sliding his hand up and down his shaft.
Heat pools low in her belly at the sight.
Gods.
Her cheeks blush red—she can feel it.
But she told herself before she came here that she would not hide. Would not fear her own incompetencies.
“Would that feel good ifIdid it?” Seren asks, her voice sounding bolder than she feels.
Teddy’s mask cracks. His eyebrows lift of their own accord.
He laughs softly. “Seren, you could touch me anywhere and it would bring me pleasure.”
She pauses for a moment. Then she decides. “Will you let me try?”
He stills. “This is aboutyourpleasure, Seren. Not mine.”
“I want to, Teddy. I want to act as much as I want to receive,” she counters. “Let me.”
Slowly, his hand stops. He lets go.
His eyes settle on her, burnished bronze and entirely too deep. An abyss she could get lost in, but never will.
Her hand grips his cock.
She fumbles, unsure of what to do, but he never corrects. Never says anything. Just gives her time to find her rhythm.
The heat of him startles her—alive, responsive, undeniably real beneath her palm. She pumps him, watching him intently.
A low, rugged grunt echoes through the room. His hips jerk.
She stops instantly. “Did I hurt you?” she rushes out.
He chuckles again. “The opposite,” he explains. “The most beautiful woman in the Known Realms is naked before me with her hand around my cock, Seren. Hard not to react.”
Oh.That’s what that was.
She smiles, heat flaring in her cheeks again.
Her hand resumes, sliding along him from base to tip.
She decides to adopt his approach of experimentation—she changes her pace, tightens her grip just slightly.
“Fucking Stars, Seren,” he grits out.
He pushes back, kneeling before her like a god on display.
The lanternlight catches along the planes of his body, turning muscle and movement into something almost mythic.
Her mouth goes dry at the sight of him before her. Kneeling, honed into a weapon, fingers entwined behind his head,and hers to command.
His hips buck again.
And a primal, feral, debased hunger takes form in her, because all she wants is for him to do that toher.
“Will you be with me now, Teddy? Show me what we could be,” she whispers in a breathy pant.
