Page 18 of Ecliptic

“My hands are tracing along your waist, lowering to your hips, where I squeeze you,” he said, and my hands mirrored his orders. “I’m grazing past your hipbones, slowly teasing open your pretty thighs. I’m in between your knees now, pushing them apart. Further.”

I shamelessly spread my legs wider, my mouth watering formore of his commands. Rowen’s nostrils flared at the scent of my desire. “Don’t stop,” I begged.

“By the spirits, you take my breath away,” he said in a throaty rasp.

I writhed under my own touch as his words caressed me with powerful energy. But would it be enough?

“I can see how wet you are from here,” he hummed approvingly. “I’m going to touch you now. Slowly, as I trace you up and down. That’s it.”

My touch lowered to my aching core, mirroring his every word.

Spirits.Iwaswet.

After a few strokes, I touched myself where my budding need demanded it most.

“Uh-uh, Keira. Aren’t you impatient? I want to take my time with you.” The absence of his touch tortured me, but the fear of him telling me to stop ached just as badly. I needed his words, needed them as badly as I needed oxygen. My fingers would be his instrument as he played me like a fiddle. “Don’t you dare speed up.”

“Please,” I groaned, stroking myself. His mouth hovered over my pussy, his breath washing over my wet thighs as my whimpers filled the dome. I was begging for the missing fullness that should be buried deep inside me.

“Open yourself for me,” he ordered, and I obeyed, easing out my throbbing clit. “How I wish I could feast on you, Keira. Kiss those lips until I lose myself in your taste, but until I’m able, I think I should like you to take a finger.”

I whimpered as he made me deny myself, but it was as if I was possessed and he was inside my brain, controlling me.

I knew what I needed for release, but his words held me captive as I slipped a finger inside myself. My hips bucked the air in front of him, and his eyes watched with a dark fire thatblazoned my blood. It was his own private show, one that he was orchestrating from the front row.

“So tight,” he hummed. “How I wish it were me sinking inside of you.”

“Rowen, please,” I begged for mercy as I slid in and out, my finger coated in my arousal. I was floating, throbbing, begging him to let me speed up.

“Take another finger,” he commanded.

I groaned uncontrollably as I filled myself with my own fingers, small and delicate, not nearly as rough and calloused as I needed.

“Can you feel me, Keira?”

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes, I can.”

“Don’t stop. You’re so close. Show me how you like it.”

His eyes, words, and commands touched me in the way his body couldn’t, and my hips jerked against my palm. “Come with me,” I begged. I was so under his spell I couldn’t see straight, but the thought of him coming undone from watching me sent me over the edge.

I heard the metallic clink of his belt.

“Yes. Look at me,” I breathed, hypnotizing him with my body.

A primitive growl erupted from his chest. “You’re so beautiful. Don’t stop.”

The depravity of how I lost myself in front of Rowen was exhilarating. My legs spread farther apart as I pleasured myself. There was no shame, no embarrassment. Only the tether of his voice orchestrating me, building me up for a crescendo that I prayed would come soon; otherwise, it felt like I would die.

“You’re going to make me come, Keira. I won’t last much longer,” he rasped, stroking himself.

“Yes. Oh God, yes,” I panted as I took my other hand and pressed where my blood demanded it most.

We cried out in unison as our bodies convulsed side by side in waves of ecstasy. Our pleasure collided across the distance that separated us. In the fabric of space, where our pleasure met, we were together. At least there.

My peaked breasts heaved as Rowen crashed down beside me—an eternally long twelve inches apart.

“When I get my hands on you, I’m going to take you in every way. No part of your skin my tongue won’t taste, no part of your soul I won’t mark, no hole in your body I won’t fill,” Rowen ground out, his chest heaving.

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