Page 142 of The Oracle of Dusk

He tossed the towel aside and grabbed and soaped another, urging her to sit between his thighs on the sunken bench. He started with her fingers, kissing each after he was done, moved up, pressing his lips to her inner wrist, then her shoulder and neck. He repeated his care with her other hand, until he reached her neck, pressing his teeth to her neck and gently biting, asking forgiveness for the slight sting with a kiss.

“Do you want to play, Aurora?”

Anticipation was a drug pumping through her veins. Did he mean what she thought he meant? Heart in her throat she turned to look at him.

“What kind of play?” she asked, breathless.

“Control. Surrender.”

Her next breath was shaky with need. He was doing it again, speaking fantasy into reality.

“Yes.”

“And is there anything that would displease you?”

“Pain. I don’t like pain.”

“As you wish,” he said.

“And I want to feel safe,” she added.

“You’re always safe with me, Aurora.” He pulled her back between his legs, her back against his chest. “Arms around my neck,” he whispered in her ear before he nipped it.

Aurora obeyed as best she could. Even with him seated and her standing, she only just latched her fingers around the back of his neck. He lathered the cloth once more and ran it down her chest, paying special attention to her nipples. Tracing around them in maddening circles until she was throbbing, he pinched them just enough to send little lightning sparks of pleasure through her body. The sight of huge hands on her only heightened the sensations. Only when her heart was racing and she was biting back a groan did he move lower, cleaning her belly, her thighs, and teasing her as he avoided the place that ached most.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please, what?”

“Please touch me.”

“I’m already touching you,” he chuckled.

“Touch me here.” She arched her hips, seeking his hand.

“Do you want to come again?”

“Yes,” she hissed as he cleaned her with the cloth, teasing her slick folds.

“Only good girls get to come. Are you going to be a good girl, Aurora?”

“Yes,” she gasped as he rewarded her with a firmer touch, the cloth abandoned. His rough fingers, softened by the water, brought her to the brink with only a few touches.

“Then dry off and wait for me on the bed.”

She groaned with thwarted pleasure. Aurora left the warmth of the pool and grabbed the nearest cloth. But if she ached, so should he. She turned to face him, baring herself for him as she dried herself one inch at a time, her eyes on him the whole while. Gold bled to black as he watched her. When she dropped her towel, she backed away towards the bed, his grip on his own towel white-knuckled.

The moment she sat on the bed, he launched out of the water, dried off and prowled over to her. Droplets rained down from his dark crimson hair to his beautiful brown skin, from his strong jaw down his neck to his barrel chest. She traced their paths down his muscles, to his hips to where the very sight of his thick length thrilled her. She laid back as he neared, grinning at his eagerness. Already erect, he loomed over her. He raised his chin.

“Spread your legs.”

Aurora swallowed, her neck heating. It was one thing to do so in the dark, but it was full daylight. He would be able to see everything. But this was the game they played. He commanded her to play out her fantasies and she obeyed. Slowly, Aurora spread herself for him.

Theron grabbed the case and set it by his side. He knelt between her thighs with another toe-curling smile. He jerked her close, surprising a gasp out of her. Hot breath on her curls, Aurora was ensnared by anticipation.

“Good girl,” he said, rewarding her with a long, slow lick.

His tongue, hot and insistent, played with her mercilessly. Aurora’s back arched, her hands twisted in the covers as she alternately pulled away from the overwhelming ecstasy and pushed closer, begging for release. He brought her to the brink of climax again and again, only to pull away, leaving her mindless with frustration. Just when she thought he would give her what she sought, he backed off. She grabbed his hair, trying to grind herself against his face without success. Whenever she got close, he peppered her inner thighs with kisses.

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