Page 24 of Preying Game

It was hard to keep her eyes closed. She longed to look at him, but she knew that if she did, it would break the magic spell that fate had woven around them.

Alice. His inner voice sounded gritty as he said her name.

I want to forget about this place. You’re the only one who can carry me away.

I know.

She had been as direct as she could be, but she couldn’t say more. She rolled to her side, still kissing him.

One of his hands combed through her hair. The other stroked the side of her breast, and she knew he was asking permission to go farther.

Yes.

He shifted so he could cup both her breasts, gently kneading and caressing her through the thin fabric of her gown. She arched into the wonderful sensations he was creating as he squeezed and shaped her. Her nipples had contracted to tight points, and when he played with them through her gown, she couldn’t hold back a gasp.

You like that?

Lord, yes. She didn’t have a lot of experience with men, but no one had ever made her feel like this. She longed to open her eyes and watch what he was doing to her, but she knew that would only interfere with his wonderful fantasy. She thought about pulling off her gown. But she was too shy for that. Instead, she lay back, giving him as much access to her body as she could.

She sensed him leaning over her. One hand stayed on her breast. With the other, he reached to play with her toes. She had never thought of that as erotic, but it was with him.

He stroked her ankles, then her calves before dabbling with the edge of her gown. When she didn’t tell him to stop, he moved upward, caressing her knee, sending hot sensations curling toward her center. He followed them to her thigh, first the outside curve and then the sensitive interior skin.

Okay?

“Yes.”

In response, he worked his way higher, moving slowly, and she knew he was silently asking permission again, this time to touch her intimately.

Yes

He cupped her sex, pressing against her. When she arched into the caress, he responded with a firmer touch, rocking the heel of his hand against her. And as her breathing accelerated, he parted her lips so that he could glide into her slick folds.

She had never gone this far with a man before. When the intimacy made her jump, he immediately pulled his hand back.

I shouldn’t have done that.

It’s what I want. “Don’t stop.” She whispered the last part aloud.

Are you sure?

Yes.

When he gently repeated the caress, she marveled at how well he could do this. He seemed to know exactly how to kindle her pleasure.

He dipped into her vagina, just the barest bit, twisting his finger, the sensations exquisite.

As he withdrew, she made a pleading sound. But he wasn’t going far. As he stroked and pressed, her total focus was on the sensual pleasure he was creating. She knew he was gauging her reactions, finding out what she liked best.

She gripped his shoulders, letting his sorcery enfold her. As he took her up and up, she moved her hips against his hand, increasing the friction, silently begging him to take her over the edge.

Her breath came in gasps as he lifted her up to a high plane where there was only heat and light—stoking the flames until they burst through her in a glorious spasm.

Afterwards, as she lay limp with satisfaction, his lips brushed her cheek.

That was selfish of me.

No. I loved watching your pleasure.

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