| More Pleasure Than Bargained For

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐍 

My body, which was usually slow to respond to stimulation, throbbed with aching need at the touch of a man who scared me — and this development both astonished and unnerved me.

I didn't know if he saw it on my face, or if he felt the tightening in my body, but his pupils dilated, and his pale eyes darkened. "Yes, that's it." His voice was a low, deep rumble. "Come for me, beautiful" —his thumb pressed hard on my clit— "just like that."

And I did. With a strangled moan, I climaxed around his fingers, the hard edges of his short, blunt nails digging into my rippling flesh. My visions blurred, my skin prickling with heated needles as I rode the wave of sensations, and then I sagged in his grasp, held upright by his hand in my hair and his fingers inside my body.

"There you go," he rasped thickly, and as the world came back into focus, I saw that he was watching me intently. "That was nice, wasn't it?"