But then his finger found something—a spot she didn’t even know existed—and she stopped thinking entirely.
A sound escaped her. High and broken and nothing like any noise she’d ever made before.
“There.” Satisfaction darkened his voice. “Right there.”
He circled that spot. Slow. Deliberate. And her entire body lit up like a Christmas tree, nerves firing that she didn’t know she had, pleasure blooming in places she’d never felt anything before.
Her hands fisted in his jacket.
Her eyes squeezed shut.
“No.” His hand left her face to grip her chin. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
She couldn’t.
It was too much.
He was too much.
“Andromeda.”
It was his first time to say her name, and oh, the sound of it—
She opened her eyes, her senses still reeling, and as soon as their gazes clashed, it felt as if she was about to drown.
“I want to see you when I make you fall apart.”
She didn’t have time to think, didn’t have a chance to process what he meant.
The moment his finger pressed harder, all she could do was feel.
All she could do was moan as his finger circled faster, and something started building inside her. Something strange and tight and almost frightening in its intensity.
“That’s it.” His voice was hypnotic. Dark velvet wrapping around her senses. “You feel that? That pressure building?”
She nodded frantically, not trusting herself to speak.
“Chase it.” His other hand moved to her hip, gripping hard. “Move against my hand. Take what you need.”
She didn’t know how.
She’d never—
“Ride my hand,koukla mou.” The words were raw. Almost desperate. “Like this.”
His grip on her hip tightened, and he moved her. Rocked her forward against his palm. Showed her the rhythm her body was craving.
And oh—
Oh!
Her body caught on immediately. Instinct older than thought took over, and she was grinding against him, chasing that maddening pressure, her hips rolling in a rhythm she didn’t know she knew.
“Good girl.”
The praise shot through her like lightning, her body buckling, and she dimly heard him groan—a low, broken sound—just as he started to strain against his trousers.
She raised her head, and oh, the look on his handsome face...
