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Instead, I revel in her body, noticing how her nipples harden and pebble against the material of her tank top. A slight whimper falls free from her plump lips, but I don’t stop. I continue my ministrations, tweaking the buds gently. Vera’s sounds come more frequently. A moan, a mewl, but I can’t stop. I’m lost to the pleasure I’m bestowing on her body.
“Please don’t,” I plead with her when I notice she’s going to open her eyes. I want this so badly that I’m trying not to lose all my control. She doesn’t look at me, and I smile down at her. Like a puppet for me to toy with, I reach the apex of her creamy thighs and gently press against her mound, feeling her warmth.
My fingers dance along her body, all the way up, and all the way back down until her hips are moving of their own volition. Even though I know she’s not really sleeping, she’s playing the part well.
More moans fall free from her lips, and I lean in to press my mouth to hers. The heat, the contact sizzles, and soon enough, I’m licking into her warmth, tasting her once more and like a drug. My body prickles from head to toe, wanting another hit, and another.
Her eyes snap open when I pull away, my hand leaving her body, my mouth unlocking from hers. Those beautiful eyes that shimmer like jewels in the sunshine meet mine. For a long moment, I’m sure she’s about to tell me to let her go, to leave her the fuck alone because I’m a perverse psychopath, but she doesn’t. Instead, she whispers, “I want more.”
17
Vera
He stares at me.
He doesn’t move. I’m sure he’s not even breathing as he watches me. I can’t believe how wet I am. I’m turned on, more than I’ve ever been before. No matter the strangeness of the situation, I crave it—what he has to offer.
He slowly moves closer, and I know this is new to him, being with someone while they’re awake, but I take it upon myself to reach for him. My hand grazes over the thick denim material, feeling his rigidness behind the zipper.
“I can’t, Vera,” he tells me, his voice taut with emotion. There’s a strain in his expression, creasing his ruggedly handsome face. “I just can’t. Not yet.” Not yet. That’s all I needed to know. And the more I touch him, the softer he gets, and I realize it’s because my eyes are on him. As if he’s worried about me seeing him like that, in a state of pleasure.
“Have you ever touched yourself for a girl?” I ask the question that’s suddenly burst into my mind. I don’t know why I think it, but for some reason, I think he’s convinced himself that if he was with someone, naked, he’d be vulnerable. And the fear of that has taken hold of him.
Not some stupid curse.
But his own mindset.
“No,” he grits out as I continue trailing my fingers over his body. Every hard ridge of muscle on his stomach, the way his hips taper from the broadness of his shoulders makes me want to explore him.
“I want to try something,” I tell him. “Will you allow me to?” He nods slowly, his dark gaze locked on mine. He doesn’t look at my hands moving over him, and I slowly unbutton his plaid shirt, pushing it over his shoulders. The material falls to the floor, and he’s now bared to me. The ink that adorns his chest is a colorful canvas of artwork which I tentatively touch.
The smoothness of his skin under my fingers causes sparks to shoot through me. He doesn’t make a move to stop me, so I lean in farther and plant a kiss to his left pectoral muscle, then the right. My mouth flutters over his torso down toward his stomach, where I do what I’ve been dying to. I trace the dips of his abs with my tongue.
A growl vibrates through him at the cool wetness of me. When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I move quickly to undo the belt buckle, then the button and zipper before pushing the material down. His boxer briefs are dark blue, and I tug at them until they’re at his thick thighs.
I don’t look at him when I take his heavy cock in my hand and slowly stroke it. I close my eyes, focusing on the task at hand, and I lie so still, holding my breath, which seems to work because I feel the twitch in his shaft and the smooth, velvety flesh slowly hardens in my palm.
“Vera,” Logan growls, low and demanding. I ignore him and continue taunting him, seducing him. I’m new to this, unsure of what I’m doing, but I know I’m having the desired effect on him because seconds later, Logan’s fingers tangle in my hair as he tugs my head back. “I’m going to hurt you.” His pained words fall around me, surrounding me in the darkness, he’s promising.
