Page 65 of Sinful Scars

I’ve never felt sopowerful.

As I tug on the hem of my cami, He shifts, and then my bedside lamp clicks at being switched on, flooding the room with light.

He wants to watch me.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I lift my top over my head and toss it on the floor, exposing my bare breasts to him.

“Fuck,” he groans.

My cheeks burn as I move to lie back against the pillows and start to shimmy my shorts down my thighs.

I shouldn’t be so self-conscious, not when this man has literally had his tongue between my thighs, but that was under the cover of darkness.

This time, I’m going to bare myself to him, in more ways than one, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable.

Once my shorts are around my ankles, I kick them off and then hold my breath as I slowly part my thighs.

His breath catches, and I fight a smile as I spread my thighs wider.

“So beautiful.”

The need in his voice has me whimpering as he takes his time.

I’ve never been bold like this, but the intense ache between my thighs is leaving little room for me to feel self-conscious.

“After seeing you naked in the window, I can’t stop thinking about your perfect breasts.” He takes one of my breasts in his hands and squeezes hard. “Or this pussy.”

His hand moves from my breast so that he’s cupping me between my thighs, hissing through his teeth.

“You’re so wet, Elle.”

“Please…”

His finger teases along my center.

Having nothing to focus on but the feeling of his touch has me so turned on that my eyes sting with tears as he brushes against my clit.

“Don’t stop.” My back arches off the bed as he circles my clit with his finger.

“I didn’t get to admire you properly last time, so forgive me if I want to take my time.” He trails his finger from my clit to my entrance before sinking it inside me, hissing as I clench around him.

He sinks another finger inside me, and my thighs clench as he starts pumping them in and out of my pussy.

“Oh, fuck.” My hands move to my breasts.

Every inch of my body’s so sensitive that I’m sure I could come just from playing with my nipples.

“That’s it, Elle, touch yourself,dushenka.”

I pinch my nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“I like watching you,” he murmurs as his thumb starts rubbing my swollen clit.

“Mmm…” I knead my breasts.

“Have you touched yourself like this?” He slowly slides his fingers out of me.

“N-not in a w-while.” A jolt of pleasure surges through me as he rubs my clit harder. “But I…I like the idea of you watching me touch myself.”

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