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Althea
I had no idea how much was for show, and how much was real. The feeling of being pinned under Trax’s weight was making my head spin. The hot, heavy pressure between my legs was almost too much to take.
My nipples were so tight, so sensitive, rubbing right through my dress against his shirt. I would have done anything to have him strip me and take me right now, almost not caring about the elders.
“M’lady,” Trax murmured, his warm breath sending my feelings spiraling nearly out of control, “The elders will expect to see blood on the sheet under us when we depart, and your ladies will be looking for the same on your underskirts. I have a cut on my hand
that is bleeding slightly. With your permission, may I–”
“Yes,” I choked, instantly hoping that I understood him.
His hand slipped between my legs so delicately it was as if he was truly terrified to touch me there. As his finger brushed between my thighs, I writhed slightly, bringing his finger against my skin.
I gasped as he brushed against the tiny bud just above my entrance. I’d noticed while bathing that area was incredibly sensitive, and didn’t know why until now.
Feeling his body tense, I looked up to meet his smoldering eyes. His finger brushed against that spot again, as my lips fell open with a moan.
He slowly mouthed the words, “Do you like that?”
Nodding eagerly, I shifted my hips, rubbing up against both his hand and the hot length of steel against my hip bone that must have been his erection.
My ladies had told me all about sex and its workings, but they’d failed to explain how sensually exciting the entire process was. The sensation of him mimicking the action, grinding his weight against me, caused my pulse to run like a rabbit.
Trax allowed his finger to glide up and down along my skin, as I realized that I was wet for him. His eyes blazed as he caressed me. He seemed to know precisely how to circle that specific delicate spot, his thick calloused fingertip pressing gently but firmly.
A storm was brewing in my belly, about to burst, somehow. As if there was a pressure building, looking for any trigger to make me explode.
Trax kissed me hard and deep while I squirmed beneath him. I’d been told about the male climax in great giggling detail, but nothing about the female’s.
It was like wobbling on the edge of a cliff, knowing that the process of falling was going to feel amazing, yet not quite sure precisely when it would happen.
Somehow the proximity to his huge, hard body was making me feel close to him in all ways. I loved the way he looked into my eyes, trying to guess my emotions. The intimate bond between us was already strong, and I needed more.
Trax breathed into my ear, “Let it out, m’lady. Please, I beg you.”
His voice was tight, raspy. Trying to focus, I saw that his face was flushed, and there was no mistaking the way he was grinding his enormous bulge against my hip. If it weren’t for his trousers , we would be making love.
This thick finger moved faster, brushing quickly against my sensitive skin. As I imagined the feeling of him spilling his seed inside me, I tumbled off the cliff, screaming as the pressure turned into ecstatic waves flowing throughout my entire body.
Just as I thought I couldn’t possibly feel any more sensation, the pressure of his shaft throbbed, followed by his grunting choked groan. If this was Trax pretending to take me, I couldn’t wait to feel the real thing as soon as we were alone.
His eyes blazed as he stared down at me, then Trax kissed me roughly, abrading my lips until they felt swollen and sensitive.
“Forgive me,” he whispered.
“Thank you,” I breathed, awkwardly having no idea what to say.
I felt excited and relieved and confused all at the same time. How could a barbaric warrior have such self-control that he did not take me when he was supposed to?
There was clearly much more to this large man than I would have guessed, and I was eager to learn every detail.
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