Page 128 of Stargazer

He noted my expression. “What?”

“Now that we’re an official thing, I don’t know if I want to use something that you’ve used on other girls.”

He chuckled darkly.

“What?” I asked this time, annoyed at his disregard of my concerns.

“Baby, I have not used this on anyone.”

“Then why do you have it?”

“Literally to train my own senses. I only use it for training. I’ve suggested others get their own for practice, but I have never used it on anyone else before you.”

Swoon.

I was literally overcome with emotion. This guy was full of surprises. He really did treat me so differently to everyone else. He had from the very start.

“Really?” I questioned anyway, more out of habit than anything else.

“Really.”

I bit my lip excitedly at the way his eyes devoured my form.

“I think you’re wearing far too many clothes, Supernova.”

“Is that so?”

He nodded and stepped closer. Holding the blindfold in between his teeth, he undressed me. One by one, removing each article of clothing with precision and intent.

When I was completely naked, he toyed with a strand of my ebony hair—the only thing left that was covering my body.

He held the blindfold up to me. “May I?”

I nodded.

Once he’d tied it gently but firmly over my eyes, so I was devoured by the dark, he played with my hair again. His lips grazed against the shell of my ear. “I’m going to have to tie your hair back so I can get to all of you,” he whispered.

I nodded.

And once again doing the unexpected, he began gathering up my hair.

Every little thing he’d done up until now already had my body buzzing with anticipation, torturing me in the best way possible with his slow and precise movements.

The way his fingers smoothly moved in the strands of my hair was no different.

Any time he purposefully grazed my skin in the process, I shivered.

When he had collected it all together at the nape of my neck, he removed the band from my wrist and tied it back. His fingers ran through the silky length of the long ponytail and then lingered at the small of my back.

I sucked in a breath as he traced the contours.

With the blindfold on, each movement felt enhanced. Each touch felt like pure electricity, using my body as a conductor. And I was bound to explode by the end of this. The feel of him was like lightning in my veins.

I heard the soft rustle of material as he slowly dropped his boxers, driving me insane with impatience and the need to see him.

Eventually he lowered me to his bed. Tasting my lips until they were bruised and aching. And even then, I wanted so much more. But at least now I could feel him pressed against me.

His lips traced my jaw. My cheek. My ear. My neck. Until they made their way back to my lips.

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