Page 78 of Bewitched & Bewildered
“About what?” If I’m supposed to know what he’s talking about. I don’t. My mind goes blank.
“My plan.” He nuzzles his nose against mine and chuckles under his breath. “Can I take care of you, Juni?”
My chest flutters. I nod, incapable of finding the words.
“Let me hear it.” He touches me with more pressure, his fingers rubbing against my underwear. “What’s your answer? Yes, or no?”
I gasp. “Yes!”
His lips are on mine again, biting and bruising as his fingers work circles around me. I throb under his firm touch.
This is too much. I don’t need him to thank me like this—but oh, how I want it. I’m too weak to tell him he can stop, and how he looks at me says he doesn’t want to. His eyes never tear from mine, locked on as he pushes my underwear to the side.
“You’re soaking,” he says. “Why is that?”
“You know why.” My hands press against the wooden countertop, and I lean my weight onto them. “Don’t make me say it.”
His large frame blocks anyone from seeing me, but someone could walk in. The thought is thrilling.
“I want to hear it.” The hand around my throat squeezes tighter. “Is it for me?”
“Yes.” Gods, he’s still so frustrating. I lean forward and nip at his lower lip. “I want you, Ozan. I’m wet foryou.”
It would hurt my ego if he weren’t making me feel good.
His finger plunges into my core—a single finger, and it’s already so thick. Pressure coils in my belly.
“Do you like when I do this?” He squeezes my neck again. “Do you want me to choke you?”
My heart races. “Yes.”
“Fuck.” He pumps his finger into me, and his thumb brushes against my clit. “You’re so good. I never knew you would feel this good—this wet, this soft. I never knew you would let me touch you like this.”
I didn’t think I would… and I cannot believe we fit so well together. We do. It’s as if he knows my body already.
He adds another finger, and I moan, quivering under his touch.
His lips find my neck, pressing soft kisses as he pumps his fingers into me. Each thrust creates electricity, urging me closer to the edge. I tilt my head back, and my moans grow louder.
Desire threatens to burst from me like magic of its own. Ozan manages to unravel me with his fingers alone, and I become a quivering, shaking, whining mess.
“That’s right,” he says. “Let me feel you. Let me hear you.”
I should stifle the sounds, but I don’t. I let him hear me as I twitch and moan beneath his touch. He presses soft kisses to the side of my neck.
I blink up at the ceiling. He slowly pulls away, fixing me with a cautious but lustful gaze.
“How was that?” he asks softly. “Was that good for you?”
I blush from head to toe. “Oh, yes. It was… more thanks than I deserved.”
“Yeah?”
I nod, smiling sheepishly.
“I disagree.” He wets his lips. “I think you deserve more.”
Standing above me, Ozan looks like a god. His rugged features, chiseled jawline, and the depth of his eyes take me in. He’s wrong; this pleasure is more than I deserve, but… I’m allowed to be selfish. Just this once.
