Page 74 of Meteor Storm

I swallowed, feeling stripped. Not just of my clothes, but everything. Every defense I’d ever erected felt torn and weakened by his gaze and his question.

“I would want…” I paused to take a breath. “I would want you to touch me. With no restraint. And… I would want you to get pleasure from it.” Another pause to think about whether or not I wanted to divulge what was really on my mind. “Like I got pleasure from it… in the arena that day.”

He blinked, his eyes brightening with awareness. He searched my face, as if looking for signs that I was being dishonest or waiting for me to say as much.

“You cannot have—”

“I shouldn’t have,” I cut him off. “But I did. And I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out how I could have… with all those wretched people watching. All the violence. It’s because of you. Because of how you fought for me. I wanted you to have me.” My eyes lowered for a beat before lifting to meet his once again, shy. “Because you won. Because I’m yours.”

Silence overtook the room and through it, all I could hear were our heartbeats thrumming in tandem with each other, rhythmic and energized. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his mouth meeting mine again in a controlled but hungry kiss that sent my body into another lustful spiral. I could not help myself. I lifted my knee, sliding it along the outside of Thilar’s leg until my thigh was draped over his hip, and I rocked toward him, wishing against all logic that he would lose control and claim me again like he had before.

“I cannot partake in my own pleasure,” he said against my mouth, his hand slipping down my side, over the crest of my hip, and toward my backside. He gripped it hard and then continued to move his hand along my thigh where my night shirt had ridden up enough for him to find my bare skin. “But I cannot think of a reason I cannot partake in yours.”

I shivered at those words, kissing him deeper as his hand slid between us. The moment I felt his fingers slip between my lower lips, I realized just how wet I was simply because I was pressed to his body. I gasped shakily, letting out a soft moan when his thumb brushed over my clit.

“Please,” I whispered into his mouth, bracing a hand against his hard chest as he spread my arousal over my sex, tracing every bit of me in exploration.

“Tell me how,” he whispered back, circling my clit again until I whimpered.

“That,” I said. “Is very sensitive.”

“Painful?”

He rubbed it again and I sucked in a long, needy gasp. “No. Not painful. It feels—”

I swallowed my words as he stroked me again, his fingers teasing my entrance. He continued that way for a while, kissing me slowly. Carefully. With each pass of his fingers, my body began to awaken, every little nerve singing in pleasure. Sparks of desire were dancing in the pit of my belly, waiting to be set free. I began to rock against Thilar’s hand, seeking that pinnacle. It was so close, dangling just out of reach.

“I want to see you come undone. I want to feel it this time,” he said. “What do you need, Penny? Tell me what I must do.”

“Put your fingers in me,” I muttered. “Please.”

He did not hesitate. Those two fingers that had been circling my entrance suddenly delved inside, slipping in as deep as he could go. I threw my head back with a moan only to feel Thilar’s other hand cup over my mouth.

“You must be silent,” he whispered. “I do not want to answer anymore questions about us. I want this to stay here. In this room.”

I nodded and he released me, pumping his fingers a few times, gentle and slow. I pressed my lips together, unable to keep my breath from coming in short, ragged gasps as he continued to massage my bud. His motions were expert. Gentle but deliberate.

“Harder,” I pleaded.

He drove his fingers deeper, hastening his pace. I wanted to bury my face against his chest so he could muffle the cries that ached in my throat. My body was screaming for release. A release that was stampeding toward me too quickly. I peered up into his feral, green-gold eyes to find him watching me. Reading me. His gaze darkened as if the pleasure was written all over my face and I had no doubt it was. I could hardly keep myself together.

I bit my lip, trying to withhold any sounds I wanted to make, until I felt it. My walls were crumbling and behind them was blinding, startling pleasure. More than I had ever been able to accomplish on my own. More than that moment in the arena. This pleasure was truly ours, witnessed only by each other.

My mouth fell open in a silent moan as my body unraveled. I felt my walls pulsing around Thilar’s thick fingers and as my release crashed through me, his thumb continued to flick and circle my clit in torturous and delicious gestures. I wanted to cry out, but instead, I bent my head forward, my teeth biting into Thilar’s shoulder to mute my shuddering wails. Everything from my toes to my head was floating on a cloud.

When my climax began to fade, I could feel my body becoming flaccid and heavy with pure satisfaction. Not once had I considered giving myself that fulfillment. My body craved Thilar and his heated touch pleased me too much to settle for my own.

Panting, I opened my heavy eyes to look up at Thilar as he slowly withdrew his sopping fingers from my body. Carefully, his molten gaze still on me, he tugged the hem of my oversized nightshirt down over my bare bottom and straightened it with his palm.

I was speechless. Spent. But the way he was looking at me was so full of hunger, I had to gather myself to say something.

“Are you alright?” I breathed.

“I am,” he said. “I am savoring what you look like right now.”

“What do I look like?”

“Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, Penny. I find myself wishing to give you this kind of pleasure again. Always. In as many ways as I can.”