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Nathan places his palm on my lower belly, his thumb skirting closer to the apex of my thighs.
“We don’t even know what will happen if we do this,” I say, simultaneously wanting him to touch me and dreading it.
“What?” Nathan asks. “You think Fate will smite us? She’s already not doing us any favors.”
I place my hand on his, stopping it from traveling further south. He lifts his head to look at me. His eyes shine with something akin to passion.
I expect to feel a pang for the face that’s not his, but I don’t. All I see is him, haloed by a ring of dark clouds coming this way. Are they a sign from the universe? A negative omen that what we’re about to do can never be taken back?
I have a decision to make: pull his hand away or let him continue. Above me, Nathan turns his head to the side, regarding me in that way he does where it’s like he’s trying to figure me out. “What will it mean?” I ask him.
He presses his mouth into a thin line, lips glistening from our frenzied kisses. I can tell he’s getting frustrated, but that’s why I wanted to talk about the kiss earlier. “Mia, does this feel good?” he asks, moving his thumb from side to side over my eager flesh.
Beneath his touch, muscles tighten in anticipation. “Yes,” I croak out.
“Then stop asking so many questions. If it ever doesn’t feel good, tell me to stop.”
He goes to move again, but I stay his hand. “Does it feel good for you?”
“You have no fucking idea,” he growls.
He wedges between my legs, and I open for him. A slick wetness drips from my pussy. It’s an embarrassingly large pool. A knot forms in my stomach as I push his hand south. His fingers brush over my folds, and I work my hips up into him. “I’m so wet,” I tell him, breath coming out in rushed gasps.
“Oh, Mia,” Nathan counters. “If you could only feel me right now. I’ve never been so hard in my life.”
My mind starts to veer toward the why and the how, but as soon as Nathan sinks his finger into my core, I blank. “Fuck, Nathan. Shit. What are they going to do to us?”
“Who cares? I’ll die happy,” he murmurs as he moves his finger in and out. I move with him, forcing the pace. I didn’t think I’d be able to feel this with anybody else. This kind of pleasure should only be reserved for my true mate.
Maybe instead of fixing me, Greystone broke me. It’s the only reason I can come up with as to why this feels so damn good.
“Forbidden fruit,” he whispers. With his teeth, he moves my shirt up and then lowers himself between my legs, all while his finger explores inside me.
“Nathan,” I warn as he gets into position. This feels like too much. It’s not an accident anymore. We can’t just say that his finger accidentally pushed inside me and his mouth somehow lined up with my eager pussy so he could lick me.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
Tremors overtake my body as his breath hits my core. “No,” I mewl.
“Good.”
He feasts on me, devouring my pleasure as it leaks down my thighs. He licks me until I’m trembling. Rimming his finger with his tongue, stimulating my already sensitive flesh.
When he gets to my clit, I can’t help the inhuman cry that parts my lips. I peer down at him, full concentration spanning over his face. “If you don’t want to make me come, you better stop,” I warn him, fingers clenching into the dirt below me as I rock into his face. “I mean it.”
This is the point of no return.
Instead of stopping, Nathan closes his eyes and groans like he’s eating his favorite meal.
I surge forward, both feet over the orgasm ledge. My climax crashes into me in waves of pleasure and disbelief. He works his finger in and out of me rapidly as I squeeze around him, his tongue still exploring me as I give him everything he wanted. “Nathan....”
“Keep coming,” he insists, never wavering. “Right on the tip of my tongue…”
“Nathan,” I breathe out harshly, sensations still coursing through me.
He licks my clit, and I explode again. “Fuck!”
My voice echoes down the hill as his lips suck my sensitive nub, prolonging my orgasm until my voice is raw and it looks like my body is seizing on the ground.