Page 47 of A Twisted Gift

“Erik,” I gasp.

His tongue is gentle against me, but my body has been begging for this since the moment he kissed me. I’m so sensitive, and this is all so new, so different, sogood.

“Just relax into it,” he murmurs against me.

I try to, closing my eyes. There’s no way I can watch him do this to me. Even though my body is desperate for more, it’s souncomfortably intimate, like I’m baring my soul to him. All my secrets are on display, and I can’t hide anymore.

“Oh!” The word is forced from my lips as I feel a more intense sensation.

I realize Erik is sucking on my clit the same way he did my nipples. It’s almost too much, and my first instinct is to push his head away, but I ball my hands into fists instead. I don’t want him to stop.

A moan fills the room—mymoan. My back arches as I fall deeper into the sensations. Erik wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me closer to the edge of the mattress until I’m worried I’ll fall off.

“Erik, what if—”

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

It’s all he says before he’s licking me again. His groans fill the room, dousing my worries one by one until all I’m left with is the sensation of his tongue against my clit. Every stroke sends sparks into my bloodstream, and heat licks at my skin until I’m covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The pressure building up in my body is nearly unbearable. I felt like my chest was going to explode earlier, but it’s nothing compared to this. My fingers curl into Erik’s sheets, and a whimper escapes me as I hit the point I’ve reached so many times before but never managed to get past.

Admonishments fill my mind, and I tense, but then Erik takes my hands in his and squeezes. He sucks on my clit harder, pulling all of my focus back to him. The simple action steals the breath from my lungs and leaves me gasping.

Before I can catch my breath, my stomach clenches, and a sharp cry leaves my lips. A rush of sensations slam into me, and all of a sudden, I’m ten times more sensitive than I was. My hips buck against Erik’s face, a reaction I don’t think I can stop. But the next moment, the tip of his tongue is just barely movingagainst my clit. The lighter touch feels so much better, and I moan.

Erik continues just like that until my body is weak and shaky. Everything feels hazy, but the second he pulls away, shame’s long, gnarly fingers curl around my mind, digging painfully into my thoughts.

Dirty. Wrong. Selfish.

Erik is on top of me in an instant, kissing up my body and driving the memories away. “That was perfect. God, Raina.”

Tentatively, I place my hands on Erik’s chest. There’s no disgust in his eyes, only adoration. He kisses my shoulder, my neck, my jawbone, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. His body is covering mine, a shield from the darkness that’s followed me from my father’s house.

“So beautiful,” Erik whispers in my ear. “That was everything I wanted. Everything I could’ve dreamed of.”

Everything?

“But what about you?” I ask.

He licks his lips. “What about me?”

I frown at him. “I know there’s supposed to be more. It’s supposed to be good for you, too. We’re supposed to—”

“No, little rose. There’s no way this issupposedto go. It’s whatever we want it to be. Whatever you’re ready for.”

I hesitate. Am I ready for more? My body screams yes, but my mind is muddled. Erik is unraveling so much of what I thought I knew to be the truth. My heart still aches from Father’s betrayal, from being paraded in front of a room full of greedy men. Even thinking about it now has my stomach turning.

Your own personal toy.

But I’m not a very good one. I don’t even know what to do, only that I should be doingsomething.

Staring up at him, I grab his shoulders. “I don’t want to disappoint you. Please, Erik, all I’ve ever been is a disappointment. Tell me what I should—”

He kisses me, and my taste on his lips startles me into silence. It’s tangy, almost sweet, mixed with a hint of sweat. My mind empties, and when he grips the hair at the base of my neck, I tentatively slide my tongue into his mouth, hoping this is what he wants. He sucks on it, another unexpected thing, but I let him. There’s something possessive about the way he does it that has me melting into him, but after a few seconds, he forces himself to pull back.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you,” he whispers, brushing his nose against mine. “I know you want everything, but take this slow with me, Raina. Don’t push yourself.”

“But…”

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