I felt invincible. Someone else making me come—made me feel free, powerful even. I couldn’t quite explain it. I thought I’d be giving up my power, but honestly it felt a lot like I just took it back.
I shuddered as wave after wave rippled out of me, finally slowing down, and Carter finally removed the toy from between my legs, with one last shuddering stroke over my clit.
I was so relaxed-exhausted-delirious that I nearly fell asleep, but skin still sticky, I forced myself to find my brains so I could shove them back into my cranium in a desperate attempt to function again.So much for remembering my name.
Still panting, I found Carter lying beside me, gazing at me with such admiration in his eyes, I wondered if he was hallucinating, or maybe I was the one hallucinating. Totally possible.
After what felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, I could finally form words. “You have magical powers.” I breathed. “I guess that means I’m not broken.”
“Told you.” He hummed, fingers trailing absentmindedly over my stomach as he added softly. “Perfect as always.”
“That was,” there were honestly no words. “Incredible.”
His mouth crooked up, adorably proud of himself. “That good, huh?”
I shook my head sleepily. “Better. I don’t think I’ll ever have an orgasm that good again.”
Carter’s fingers flattened over my stomach, stilling, and he got a devilish grin. “That’s an interesting theory.”
My eyes went wide. “What is that look—Carter?”
“Oh sweetheart,” he purred wickedly. “You are a naïve little thing, aren’t you—that was just the warmup.”
“The warm-up?” I practically gaped.
“Always such a Rookie.” He chuckled, “Now that we got a quick win and we know you’re not broken, it’s time to have some real fun.” Carter popped up with all the energy in the world. “Youready to play, pretty girl?” I yelped as I was suddenly being flipped over onto my stomach.
I wanted to be dramatic and tell him I didn’t know if I’d survive another one, but I knew what he was doing, he was checking in, asking for my consent again. So I nodded breathlessly. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” Carter’s muscular arm was a band around my waist as he lifted me up onto a stack of pillows and then settled in behind me. “I hope you’re ready.” He murmured possessively. “Because tonight, you’re allmine.”
I knew right then and there, it was over for me.
There was no escaping the gravitational pull of Carter.
Not tonight, maybe not ever.
Finally.
CHAPTER 33
Palms Down Ass Up 2.0
SARAFINA
I gasped when Carter suddenly gripped my ankles and pushed my knees forward, forcing my ass up into the air as he dragged my legs wide open, baring me to him completely.
“Fuck.” Carter muttered to himself as cool air hit my already swollen clit and whatever else was now exposed to him.I tried not to think about it.
Before I could close my legs even a little, or protest that he couldn’t possibly want my ass in his face, Carter’s knees slid between mine, anchoring me wide open, as he settled in behind me.
“I could take a fucking bite out of you.” He groaned, but added quickly. “But I won’t, not tonight anyway.” This position had me exposed in every way possible, and I tried to steady my breathing. Thank God I’d waxed. “Doing okay?” Carter checked in, his hand skating up my back, to the nape of my neck, like a solid, reassuring weight, before he brushed my hair out of my face.
“Mhmm.” I swallowed hard.
“Sara?”
“I trust you.” I said, remembering he wanted full words.
