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“Talk to me, Spencer,” I breathe against her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin just below her earlobe. “Tell me what you want, what you need.”
“More,” she gasps while her fingers tremble with the word, her body arching towards mine in silent supplication.
“Your wish is my command,” I assure her, my heart swelling with a mixture of pride and affection.
She laughs, the sound warm and genuine like sunshine after a storm.
Chapter Twenty-One
Spencer
AsPercival’sfingerscontinuetheir tantalizing exploration of my body, I feel as if I’m being swept away in the most exhilarating time of my life. The sensation is both terrifying and utterly thrilling, a heady mix of emotions I never knew existed. My mind is busy conjuring the sound of his voice, dark and seductive, urging me to let go and embrace the pleasure.
“Spencer, trust yourself,” he mouths, his hot breath just an inch away from my skin. “Give in to this desire. Let it carry you away.”
I glance up at him, my green eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Can I truly let go and relinquish control to this man who has managed to break down my barriers so effortlessly? It’s a daunting prospect, but with each touch, each searing kiss, I find myself inching closer to the edge of abandon.
My head moves, conceding as my heart pounds so hard I’m sure he’s hearing it right now. “I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” he praises, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome features. “Now, just relax and let me take you on the ride of your life.”
With that, he leans in to capture my lips once more, his mouth devouring mine as if trying to quench an insatiable thirst. Our bodies move together in perfect sync, a sensual dance that sends shivers of delight coursing through my veins. Each caress, each word of encouragement, serves only to push us further towards the brink.
“Damn, Spencer,” he growls, his grip tightening on my waist as our movements become more frantic. “You’re incredible, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.”
I gasp, my nails digging into his back as I struggle to maintain some semblance of control.
His eyes twinkle with mischief as he pulls me even closer. “That’s it, Butterfly. Do as I say, and you’ll be rewarded.”
With a nod of agreement, I allow myself to give in to the sensation completely, my body melting into his as we soar toward heaven. And as we crest the peak together, I realize that this is just the beginning. And that realization scares me to death.
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The moon bathes the room in a soft silver glow, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. I lie tangled up with Percival, our limbs a mess of satisfaction and exhaustion. My heart still pounds in my chest, but it’s gradually slowing down, coming back to reality after the mind-blowing experience we just shared.
“Hey.” His dark brown eyes sparkle as they lock onto mine, and there’s a mischievous smile playing on his lips, something hard pocking me from behind. “You ready for round two?”
A breathless laugh leaves my chest. “You’re insatiable.”
“Guilty as charged.” He grins, leaning in to press a lingering kiss against my temple. It’s tender and sweet, making my heart swell with affection for this man who’s come to mean so much to me.
His fingers trace idle patterns on my arm, sending shivers skittering down my spine. I can feel him watching me, his gaze warm and intent as if he’s memorizing every curve and line of my face. It’s a strangely intimate moment, and it leaves me feeling vulnerable in a way I never have before.
“Spencer,” he says softly, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. “I want you to remember this moment, okay? Whenever life gets tough or things seem impossible, I want you to think back on this and remember that you are strong, beautiful, and capable of anything.”
“Fly high, Butterfly,” he mouths, and something about the way he says it—with such genuine belief and conviction—makes me believe it too. “We’ll take on the world together, you and I.”
“Thank you,” I manage, my hands trembling with emotion. “For everything.”
I don’t know how much time has passed when I wake up, but the room is dark, and the only sounds are the distant crashing of waves and Percival’s steady breathing. My heart races as I realize what just happened between us. It was incredible, yes, but also terrifying. What does this mean for us? For me?
Panic rises like bile in my throat, and I carefully untangle myself from Percival’s embrace, trying not to wake him. I need some space to think, to breathe. Pulling on my hoodie and leggings, I tiptoe out of the room and head for the safety of my own space.
Percival moves as if he were saying my name, but I’m already slipping out the door, leaving behind the warmth and intimacy of our shared moment.
“Sorry,” I plead in the dark. “I just… can’t.”
My heart feels as though it’s going to burst through my chest as I half-stumble, half-run down the hallway, desperate to escape the onslaught of emotions threatening to drown me. The quiet of my own room envelops me like a cold blanket, offering neither comfort nor solace. But at least the shadows offer me a place where I can hide from the chaos swirling inside me.
