Page 35 of Inescapable Gravity

Needing more of him.

More of his touch.

Without the use of her hands, she was struggling to feel as much as she wanted to, but she trusted Marius to care for her. The crazy man had been willing to give his life for her, what more did she need to know?

Her knees were all but ruined, shaking and loose, she would have fallen to the ground if he moved his hand away from her wrists or removed the one from between her legs.

"Oh." Her body convulsed around his fingers again and she felt a cool flush flow across her cheeks. "That's... that's amazing."

"That's not all."

Her body clenched around his fingers at his words.

He probably hadn't meant it as a warning, but she worried that she might not survive anymore.

"I'll take you back to the room," he began, but she refused to listen.

"No. Here."

"It won't be easy for you. It might hurt."

Her eyes widened at his words and the cool touch on her cheeks became a hot flush of frustration. "I know what hurt is. I want to feel you. I want to feel us."

She knew when he gave in.

She could see it in his eyes and feel the deep sweep of his fingers inside of her body.

It thrilled her.

He let go of her hands and tugged at the buttons on his shirt, splaying open the bottom so that she could see his body.

Then he gestured at the front zipper of his pants.

She didn't waste time asking what he wanted her to do. She did what she wanted.

Her hands shook a little. Having been held over her head for the last little while, her fingers were a little shaky and she could feel the prickles of sensation as blood made its way back into her fingertips.

But that hardly stopped her from opening his belt and the button on his waistband.

The zipper opened easily as the weight of his erection helped her push it down.

Heather fumbled a bit as she reached for the opening to his boxer briefs, but when her short-trimmed nails skimmed over the hardness of his erection, the hiss of breath that came from his mouth was followed by a deep-throated groan.

From there he took the lead, pushing the waistband of his briefs and pants down to his thighs, he took himself in hand and stroked himself from base to tip and back again.

It left her speechless and heaven help her, she felt her arousal paint the insides of her thighs.

"Lift up your skirt, Heather. Show me where you want me."

She did as he asked and then she slipped her hand between her thighs. She shuddered as her fingertips touched her clit and rubbed it a little harder.

"I'd love to watch you someday." His voice was a harsh whisper. "But if I tried to do it now, I'd lose my control."

Before she could say a word, he walked forward and, with both hands on her hips, he lifted her up against the elevator wall, setting her just above the handrail. Once he had her pinned there, he stepped closer and she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

"Oh, fuck." His eyes closed to half mast and she smiled, knowing why.

She could feel the tip of his erection drag through her folds. It almost sent her over the edge, too.

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