Page 65 of A Vow to Set the Virgin Free

Let her see he could unravel her without ever once putting his hands on her, because sex and desire were simple alchemy, and he knew the ingredients and wielded them well.

He growled. “I would put my hand between your legs and see if you were wet for me.”

She nodded, the shining curiosity in her eyes stoking his need. Pushing him further. Making him want to push and push. He could feel his sex grow heavy with desire, his heart thundering as he saw, vividly, in his mind the picture he painted with his words.

“And then, I would stroke you. Pushed a finger inside of you while I rub my thumb over your clit. Push one finger inside of you, and then another, give you a taste of what was to come.”

“Yes,” she said, her eyes going glassy.

He gripped the edge of the counter, and looked across the space at her, his eyes meeting hers directly.

“I would kiss my way down your stomach, between your legs, where my tongue would slide over all that wetness. The taste of you... It would be better than this cream. I would devour you. There is nothing that tastes so good as a woman in need of satisfaction, and I bet that you are the sweetest of them all. I would eat you until you begged for me to stop. Until the pleasure was far too great. I would make you insane with it. Cry out my name.”

She was shifting in her chair, her desire clearly building.

And he felt himself slipping.

Losing the intention of this little exercise.

Losing himself in her eyes.

In the way her skin went rosy and her lips parted.

“And then finally, I would take you. It would hurt the first time. But I would thrust into you hard, and take us both over the edge.”

She let out a shaking breath, and he could see that she was on the edge of release without even being touched. And this was dangerous, he knew it. This was everything he should have avoided. This was...

It was words. It wasn’t bodies. He had had so many words with Athena. And somehow it was different.

“Touch yourself,” he gritted out.

She obeyed quickly, pushing her hand between her thighs, over the top of the robe, so she didn’t reveal any part of herself. But she pressed her palm expertly against her mound, and let out a short, sharp cry. And then she slumped in her chair.

“Oh.”

“That’s what I would do,” he said, turning away from her.

“Well let’s do it then,” she said, her voice sounding thick.

“No. We have business to attend.”

He was affected. Shaken by what had just happened. He was so hard he was in pain. He needed another shower. Not a cold one this time.

“Why would you...? Why would you...?”

“Enough,” he said. “To show you. That you are playing with me, and you don’t know what you’re doing. I can make you come by talking to you. I can make you feel all kinds of things, but I would not feel any of them in return. Be grateful that I refuse you the thing that you ask for. Be grateful, you stupid girl.”

And then he turned, and left her sitting there, but he was not unaffected.

Not at all.

CHAPTER TWELVE

SHEFELTSHAMEFACED, on the flight to England.

She almost couldn’t even enjoy the sights of Big Ben and Westminster Abbey, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace.

Almost.

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