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“Are you frightened?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

The muscles of his jaw clenched as his nostrils flared.

My voice found strength. “I trust you.”

ChapterTen

Catalina

Ilay back on the bed and tried to control my breathing as Dario turned off the lights. Beyond the windows, a silver moon sent a ghostly hue over the room. I watched as his silhouette came closer. The bed dipped as he sat at my side.

“Close your eyes, Catalina.”

I did as he said.

“Don’t overthink. I want you to feel.”

I nodded as his fingers trailed over my skin, down my neck, over my collarbone, along my arms. With each passing second, the tension in my body eased. Without my sense of sight, each touch enticed me and excited my reaction. Warm kisses rained over my skin, following the same path. Lower still, his lips moved between my breasts. My back arched as he rolled one nipple and then the other between his fingers. His breaths caressed my skin as his kisses lowered to my stomach.

I flinched as he put pressure between my legs.

“Has anyone touched you here?” He ran his fingers over the crotch of the skimpy panties.

“No.”

“Have you touched yourself? Made yourself come?”

Embarrassment flooded my circulation. If the lights were on, Dario would no doubt see me blush.

“Answer me.”

“I’ve touched myself.”

Dario secured the waistband of my panties. I lifted my behind, allowing him to take the lace down my legs. “Show me.”

My eyes flew open.

He reached for my hand and brought it to my core. “Show me what feels good.”

I hesitated.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

The tone of his command left no option but compliance. Again, closing my eyes, I began, first with small circles on my clit. The temperature began to rise as dampness formed between my legs.

“Have you ever fucked yourself? With your fingers or a vibrator?”

I shook my head.

“Do it. Feel how wet you are.”

My nipples drew tight with the intrusion at my core.

Dario took my hand and made a production out of licking my fingers. “You taste even better than I could imagine. You’re wet. I’m going to feel how tight you are.”

He splayed the fingers of one hand over my lower stomach as he took over massaging my clit. In only a few circles, the pressure within me grew. The circles continued as his fingers brushed over my folds. Over and over, spreading them until his finger was teasing my entrance.

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