Page 29 of Cryptic Curse (Bellamy Brothers #7)

DANIELA

W hat if I told you I could make you come without touching you?

Hawk’s words float in my brain.

He’s kidding, right? He can’t do that.

I’m not sure I’ve ever had an orgasm.

I’ve masturbated, and I’ve enjoyed it.

But that all-encompassing feeling of rapture I’ve heard so much about? I’m not sure it happened.

“Is that a challenge?” I ask, swallowing hard, my heart pounding against my ribcage.

Hawk leans back on the couch, his gaze locked on mine. There’s a spark in his eyes that wasn’t there before. A challenge, yes. But also something deeper, more complicated.

His lips curl into a grin. “Maybe.”

I exhale slowly, processing his words, trying to wrap my head around what he’s proposing. “How would that even work?”

“Trust me,” he says simply.

My heart skips a beat.

Trust. Have I truly ever trusted anyone?

It’s a simple word with serious implications.

I want to trust Hawk.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His eyes widen slightly as if he hadn’t expected me to agree. But he quickly regains composure.

“All right.” Hawk clears his throat. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. “Okay. Lie down on the couch.”

I blink at him, but I do as he says. He kneels next to me, his gaze never leaving mine as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

“Close your eyes,” he murmurs.

I obey again, shutting out the light and focusing solely on the sound of his voice and the warmth radiating from his body.

“Now,” he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, “imagine yourself somewhere peaceful, somewhere safe. Picture it in your mind.”

I nod, picturing a small sandy beach. The waves are calm, rolling gently onto the pristine shore. “A beach,” I say softly.

“Good,” he says. “Now picture yourself there. The wind is blowing through your hair, the sun is warm on your skin.”

I imagine it—the heat of the sun, the slight chill of the wind. It feels real, so real I swear I can smell the salty sea air.

He stays quiet for a moment, letting me settle into the imagery. Then his voice comes again, low and soothing.

“Are you alone on this beach?” he asks.

I think about it and then shake my head. He doesn’t need to ask who’s with me. He already knows.

“No.”

“What’s happening?”

“We’re just walking,” I tell him, picturing Hawk’s hand in mine as we stroll along the water’s edge.

“Good. Now lie down on a soft blanket that I’ve spread out.”

“Okay. I’m lying down.” Not too difficult since I’m lying on the couch.

“Good.” He breathes out. “Now, imagine… Imagine my hands near your body, but not touching your skin. Instead, they’re hovering just above you, generating a certain warmth that’s tantalizing and comforting at the same time.”

His words coax heat into my veins, his voice a soft caress against my ears. I can almost feel the phantom touch of his hands above me, moving slowly, gently exploring.

“Can you feel it?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whisper back.

“Unbutton your blouse, Daniela. Keep your eyes closed.”

Instinct takes over as I fumble with the white buttons to my silky blouse. When I’m done, the silk falls away from me. My nipples are already hard, and I feel them protruding against the fabric of my bra.

“Skim your fingers over your nipples,” Hawk says. “Imagine it’s me.”

My fingers tremble as they brush against the thin fabric of my bra, my touch light and uncertain. Warmth coils in my belly, tightening with each passing second.

“Good,” he whispers, his voice so close now that I can feel his breath on my skin. “Now, imagine me touching you there. Imagine my thumb brushing over your nipple through your bra.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought, heat pooling between my legs. I let out a soft gasp as I dare to apply a little more pressure.

“You’re doing great, Daniela,” he says. “Now imagine me unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders.”

I reach behind me, fumbling with the clasp before finally freeing myself from the confines of the fabric. The cool air against my skin sends another shiver coursing through me.

“God, Daniela,” Hawk breathes out. “You’re so beautiful.”

His words stir something deep within me—a newfound courage, a newfound awareness of my own body.

“Cup your breasts,” he says, “and imagine it’s me. My hands, my fingers.”

I let out a shaky breath, imagining his large hand palming me, his thumb brushing over my peaked nipple.

“Good,” he says, his voice deeper than before. “Do you want more?”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Pinch your nipple. Just lightly.”

“Oh God…” Tingles shoot through me, landing between my legs.

“Now,” he begins again, “imagine my mouth on you.”

“Oh…” The sound slips past my lips unbidden as his words conjure explicit images in my mind, sending a jolt of pure desire straight to my core.

“Good, Dani. Now slide your hand down your belly.”

I surrender and let my hand drift lower, past the waistband of my pants. My heart pounds as I dip my fingers beneath the fabric of my panties.

“Now imagine my fingers,” he says. “Can you picture them, Dani?”

“Yes,” I gasp out, a shiver racking through me.

“Good,” he says, his voice dropping. “Now move your fingers how you imagine I would.”

My eyes are still tightly closed. I move my fingers slowly at first, matching what I imagine his rhythm would be. The sensation is foreign and familiar at the same time, utterly intoxicating.

And then Hawk says something that forces every other thought from my mind.

“Imagine my mouth where your fingers are now.”

Electricity surges through me.

“Are you wet for me, Daniela?”

I can’t stop the whimper from escaping my lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” His voice is thick with need. “Imagine it’s me touching you there, Daniela. My tongue on your clit.”

A moan slips past my lips as I let my fingers drift down to where I’m most sensitive. Every breath-filled word Hawk whispers sends shivers of anticipation through me.

“Gently,” he murmurs. “Just like I would.”

I circle the bud of nerves, a gasp escaping my lips. My heart pounds a heavy rhythm in my ears as I get lost in the sensation.

“That’s it,” Hawk murmurs. “You’re doing so well.”

His praise gives me a heady rush, emboldening me to press harder, to move faster. My breath hitches in my throat as pleasure courses through me in electrifying waves.

“Now imagine… Imagine my fingers sliding inside you,” Hawk says, his words barely above a whisper.

A whimper escapes my lips as my fingers move lower, dipping into the wetness pooling there before rising to circle my clit. I keep it slow and steady, like he would be, driving myself higher and higher until?—

“Oh God,” I breathe out, feeling a coil wind tighter within me. My body is on fire, each touch amplifying the heat.

“Good, Daniela. Just like that.” Hawk’s voice is husky with desire. “Now imagine me inside you…”

And I feel it.

His cock.

Not a weapon like I’m used to, but a hardness that slides into me perfectly, completing me.

Filling me.

“Are you close?” Hawk asks.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Good,” he says, his voice raspy. “Now circle your clit, Daniela. Imagine it’s my finger as I’m thrusting into you.”

I comply, a sharp gasp leaving my lips at the contact. It feels so good, better than anything I’ve ever experienced before.

I whimper as I let one finger slip inside me.

“Do you want more?” he asks.

“Yes,” I gasp out, my mind filled with images of him above me, plunging into me, completing me.

A jolt of pleasure rips through me, my body responding to him as if he’s actually there, his lips on mine, his fingers caressing me, his cock inside me.

“Feel good?” he asks in a low growl.

“Yes,” I gasp out, my heart hammering.

“Good.” His voice is dark, husky. “I want you to feel good. Now imagine me pressing my thumb against your clit in slow circles as I fuck you slowly. In and out. In and out.”

A strangled whimper escapes me as heavenly sensations spiral through my body. My fingers move faster now, caught in the rhythm he’s set for me.

“I want you to come for me, Daniela. Let go. Let it all go. Imagine it’s me making you come.”

His words tip me over the edge. Pleasure seizes me in an overwhelming wave, and I cry out as I reach the peak. My body spasms around the invisible touch of Hawk, and I surrender to wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me.

“That’s it, Daniela. Let go.”

His words echo in my head as my body continues to shudder and contract. I soar and I soar and I soar, flying high in the sky as every cell in my body seems to implode and surge straight between my legs.

Such bliss.

Such resounding bliss.

Words leave my mouth, but I don’t know what they are. I know only this kaleidoscope bursting inside me, making me feel something I never imagined.

It’s perfection.

Pure perfection.

And even as it gradually wanes, and I sink into the soft couch, I know I’ll never be the same.

I slowly open my eyes and blink against the bright light. The room comes into focus slowly and I find Hawk still kneeling beside the couch, his eyes locked on me, dark with desire and something more—awe perhaps.

“How did you do that?” I whisper, still breathless.

He smiles at me then, a slow, satisfied grin that has heat pooling between my legs all over again. “It’s all about trust,” he says.

“I trust you.”

“God, Daniela,” he breathes out, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re so beautiful.”

I sigh in contentment.

“How do you feel?” he asks.

I stare at the ceiling as I try to regulate my breathing. “Amazing,” I whisper. I turn my head to look at him. He’s watching me with a burning intensity that takes my breath away.

“You were incredible,” he says softly as he reaches to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

The warmth of his touch sends another shiver through me.

“I…” I start, unsure of what to say. “Thank you.”

“Baby,” he says, “you don’t ever have to thank me. Not for that. It was my pleasure.”

I drop my gaze to his jeans. The large bulge is apparent.

Tentatively, I reach toward him, but he stops me.

He smiles. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about me.”

“But—”

“Please. I’m fine. And I’ll wait for you, Daniela.” He cups my cheeks with his large hands. “I’ll wait as long as it takes.”