Page 86 of Beautiful Beast

I still don’t speak as I open my legs. The soapy water makes it impossible to see below the surface, but he knows what’s there. He knows exactly what I look and taste like.

With a smirk, Erik enters the bathroom, looking way too handsome in a simple white button down and black slacks.

“Tell me, Anya,” he says more firmly as he kneels beside the tub.

I shake my head. It’s easier to just not speak. To speak means I’m giving him permission. If I don’t speak, then I don’t have to feel guilty about him touching me. I can just enjoy it.

“What do you want?”

I only look at him, which is answer enough for him.

Erik slips his hand under the water. I gasp when his hand finds my upper thigh. “So, you do make noise.”

I narrow my eyes, making him laugh.

His fingers skim along my inner thigh without ever moving closer to what I need the most.

I arch my hips slightly, but still, Erik keeps his hand on my inner thigh.

“If you want me to give you what you want,” he murmurs, “then tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

I shake my head.

“Then we’re just going to stay here like this.”

“Why does it matter to you?” I whisper.

“It matters because I’m not going to take you against your will. This isn’t a torture session. This is me wanting to share a moment with the woman I married. So, tell me you want this, or I’ll go.”

I could let him walk away. I’d be disappointed, but I’d survive.

Or I could just force my mouth to work and tell him I need him to touch me. I need him to give me pleasure all over again.

My lips part. “Touch me.”

His only response is to smile.

I moan softly when his fingers find my clit. He spends time rubbing it gently, going slow like he has all the time in the world. But I need more.

“Erik,” I gasp out, rocking my hips against his hand.

“Tell me what you need, Anya, and I’ll give it to you.”

He doesn’t want me to let him take the lead because letting him take the lead means I get off scot-free. I don’t have to take responsibility for this.

But I have to.

“I need release,” I muster up the strength to say.

“Then I’ll give it to you.” His fingers press down onto my clit with perfect pressure. I grind my hips against his hand. Just a few weeks ago, I’d be embarrassed over moving like this around Erik, but it feels more natural now. Even though I’m still filled with conflicting feelings, I’m more confident in my body.

And that’s thanks to Erik.

My head tips back, and my lips part; breathy sounds come out of me. I roll my hips around, and Erik returns the favor, using his fingers on me perfectly.

His index finger moves down to my entrance, but he doesn’t put it inside me. Instead, he just lets it linger.

“One day, this will be my cock.”

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