Page 106 of Unleashed By Eden

He reaches for the bedside table and pulls out a heavy-duty magic wand before leaning back against the headboard.

“When did you get that?”

“I went shopping.” He smirks. “Well . . . Chris went shopping for me.”

He pats the mattress between his spread legs. “Lay back against me.”

I shift into position, settling between his thighs. His chest presses against my back, solid and warm, his heat soaking into my skin. His scent wraps around me, instantly calming my racing heart.

I spread my thighs and hook them over his.

He moves my hair over one shoulder and grazes his teeth along my jaw, then down the long line of my neck.

A helpless moan slips out.

The wand buzzes to life in his hand, loud in the quiet room.

He doesn’t go where I expect. Instead, he drags it slowly along my arm. The vibrations ripple through my skin, sending little shocks of sensation everywhere. He traces it across my collarbone, then circles one nipple before moving to the other, taking his time.

I start panting.

The wand is intense. I’ve never used one before—they always looked terrifying. But I’m so wet now it’s almost painful. My hips twitch instinctively, trying to guide his hand lower.

He ignores the hint completely.

The wand drifts down my stomach at an excruciating pace.

I groan in frustration.

“Shh, Storm,” he murmurs hotly against my ear.

Two fingers slide into my mouth. At the same moment, the wand finally reaches between my thighs. My back arches violently and I suck down on his fingers to muffle the cry that tries to escape.

He holds it there for maybe ten seconds.

Then pulls it away.

I gasp around his fingers.

Again.

The wand returns. My body jerks helplessly, pleasure surging—

Then he removes it.

Each time he does it, the time gets shorter. My body grows more desperate, more sensitive, hovering right on the precipice.

Sweat beads along my temple. My thighs tremble, muscles strung tight. I’m practically delirious from the build.

“That’s it,” he murmurs approvingly. “Fucking beautiful.”

“Please,” I whine around his fingers.

I don’t know how long I can stay balanced on the tip. All I know is that I need the next hit.

“You ready?” he asks. “Count them for me.”

The wand presses back against me. This time he doesn’t take it away.