Page 14 of Primal

“Fuck,” I breathe, biting my lip to keep from groaning. I don’t want to wake her until I’m ready.

I sit and stare at her beautiful body, the glow from the moonlight casting her golden-brown skin in pale light. Her back rises and falls with every steady breath she takes.

Oh, fuck me.

My hardened cock strains painfully against my jeans, and I want nothing more than to whip it out and shove it right into her tight little ass.

Patience, Zyran.

Right. Be patient. I can do that.

Something glints on the bed next to her. When I lean in closer, I realize it’s the knife I left for her. I chuckle softly and take the weapon out of her grip.

Tentatively, I reach up and move her curly hair to one side so I can trail my fingers along her spine. She shivers reflexively but doesn’t wake up. I continue tracing the contours of her body until I’ve reached her thighs. My breathing quickens as I touch the soft skin there, my mind going to wicked places as I imagine all the ways I can make her beg for me to let her come.

I ditched the gloves this time, because I don’t want any barriers blocking what I’m about to do to her.

I part her thighs slowly, just enough for me to be able to reach her clit. When my fingers find the little bundle of nerves, I damn near burst out of my pants. She must be having a wet dream because she’s soaked.

I bet she’s dreaming of me.

Let me help you with that, butterfly.

Moving the panties to the side, I run my middle finger along the slippery surface of her warm clit. Her breath catches, but she doesn’t wake up. I move her thigh over, just a little bit, to give myself more room to do what I want.

Finger the fuck out of her, my subconscious tells me.

I slide two fingers inside of her warm, wet sex. She hikes her knee up, and the contact with my leg makes me want to rip my jeans off just to feel her silky skin some more.

No other girl has ever had this effect on me. I’m acting like a horny teenage boy who’s only known the pleasure of his own hand. But this is what it’s like for me, to be touch-starved for so long that any kind of contact—even if it’s just a knee to my leg through my jeans—makes me crave it.

But I also crave her. The past couple weeks have been torture, and now that I’m back, I’m going to upend her entire life even more.

She lets out a soft moan when my fingers graze over her g-spot; I shiver at the thought of making her come again.

Leaning over, I use one hand to finger her tight cunt, and the other to rub her clit with my thumb. Her breathing quickens, and she mumbles something on a breath, but I can’t understand what it is.

“Come on, baby,” I say, voice barely above a whisper. “Come for me.”

She gets on her knees, face still in her pillow, with her back arched, and starts riding my fingers with a fierceness that makes my balls clench. I can tell she’s awake when her moans become louder and more pronounced.

“Oh, God,” she breathes, fisting the sheets until her knuckles turn white. Her pussy clenches around my fingers a second before she comes all over them. Her screams of pleasure rip from her throat fiercely, muffled by the pillow.

Good—wouldn’t want sweet Esther to hear what I’m doing to her granddaughter.

I don’t remove my fingers from her until she’s calmed her breathing enough to realize she’s not dreaming anymore, and then I ask, “Did you miss me, butterfly?

CHAPTER 14

KIARA

I’m frozen in surprise.

I knew it, I knew he’d be back tonight.

I fall to my side and turn to look at him. The mask he’s wearing this time is different from his usual one—it covers everything but his eyes which don’t leave mine as he licks my release from his fingers.

I thought I was dreaming.

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