Page 21 of Hybrid Moon Rising

Even he could sense the lie in his thoughts. Though he wasn’t sure why she mattered so damn much. And that bothered him more.

Her lip trembled, and her eyes flashed with a sadness that broke his damn heart.“Please, Draven.”

Fuck. He’d give her anything if she begged like that.

“On the bed. Face up.”

“Thank you,” she replied, her eyes sliding right back to their hooded state. She turned around and climbed onto the black duvet, the triangle scrap of lace doing little to cover her magnificent backside. She crawled to the head of the bed and with every movement Draven was bombarded with all the things he wanted to do to that ass.

When she reached the pillows at the top, she flipped over and settled in. He remained still, savoring the way her ivory skin and purple lace contrasted against the dark comforter. Her eyes lowered to where he stood at the edge of the bed, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

They hadn’t even started yet, and Draven was already ready to throw his plan out the window and ravage her himself. Instead he inhaled a steady breath and kept his hands to himself.

“Close your eyes. It will be easier if you forget anyone is in the room.”

“Okay.”

“What do you usually think about when you do this?”

“I don’t really have a go-to fantasy. I suppose a sexy man, but even then I don’t have much to go on. I was supposed to marry August, and now he’s gotten my best friend pregnant so that’s not exactly an option.”

“Fuck,” he snarled. “Can you not mention my cousin as your fantasy?”

“Touchy.”

“You have no idea. Imagine whatever or whoever it is you need, just don’t tell me.” He paused, waiting for her to close her eyes and when she did, he continued, “Now I want you to take your fingertips and trail them along your arms. Just lightly.”

He fought a groan as she tentatively lifted a hand and trailed it across her body. Then repeated it with the other side. He wanted to slap them away and do it himself, but that wouldn’t help either one of them.

“Yes, just like that. Up and down. Feel your fingertips drifting over your skin. Caressing you. Teasing you.”

“It tickles,” her words were a breathy whisper. “Are you sure I’m doing this right?”

“Yes.” His voice was raspy, thick with need. “Now drag your fingers from your arms to your stomach. Still using your fingertips, lightly trace circles over yourself. Around your belly button, over the plane of your abs.”

Her nipples peaked further against the lace of her bra, and he didn’t miss the way she squirmed as her fingers traveled down her body.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like there are other places I’d much rather be touching.”

“Patience,” he hummed, “we’ve got all night.”

A soft whine fell from her lips, but she didn’t protest further.

“Now make your way down to the tops of your pretty lace panties. Trace the line with your nails.”

Flora sucked in a breath and clenched her thighs together. “Please, Draven.”

“Not yet, little Flora,” he purred, loving the way Flora shivered. “Now rake your hands up to your breasts, tease your nipples as you drag your nails over them.”

A soft whimper fell from her lips as she did what she was told.

Draven’s fists clenched and relaxed at his side. His body was wound tight but he did his best to keep his voice even.“Do you like the way that feels?”

“Yes. Please may I touch them more?”

“Almost. Cup your breasts. Feel the weight of them in your hands.”

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