Relief made her shaky. She backed up, one step at a time, testing the ground before putting her weight down, just in case. Another step. Then another. Each one deliberate while her body screamed at her to run.
She made it around the corner of the building before the shaking got too bad. Then she walked as fast as she could without running, arms wrapped around herself.
Not from cold… she wasn’t cold. She was burning up. Her face felt like it was on fire. Her whole body felt too tight, too aware, skin hypersensitive under her clothes. The thermal leggings that had felt comfortable an hour ago now felt like they were touching her everywhere, fabric sliding against over-sensitized skin with every step. The seam pressed against her with each movement, making her bite back a whimper.
The house felt too warm when she stepped inside. Too bright even though only a single lamp was on in the entryway. She stood there for a moment, her hands shaking. Her breath came too fast, the ache between her legs was back.
The hallway stretched forever. Her door seemed too far away. Then she was there, fumbling with the handle, and practically falling into the room.
She closed the door and leaned back against it, eyes squeezed shut.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
Closing her eyes made it worse. Made the image in her head clearer. Goraath rising from the water like something out of all her fantasies. All those muscles. The sheer size of him. Water clinging to every ridge and valley of muscle. That fabric outlining everything, showing her exactly what he was working with, and fuck, he was working with a lot.
Her body pulsed with need. Her underwear was soaked through and her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat.
Her hand was at the fastening of her thermal leggings before she could think about it.
This was such a mistake. She should take a cold shower.
But her body had taken over. It wanted. It demanded. And she was too far gone to fight it.
She shoved the leggings down just far enough, not bothering to pull them all the way off. Just pushed them to mid-thigh, underwear too. Her fingers slipped between her legs, and found wetness, so much of it she gasped. She’d never been this wet without actual foreplay, without being touched, without?—
She circled her clit and had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She was so sensitive, so swollen, that even that light touch sent shockwaves through her. So swollen. But light wasn’t enough.
She needed more. Needed to be filled.
Pressing two fingers inside herself, she had to catch at the doorframe as her knees almost buckled. Her fingers slid in without resistance. But two wasn’t enough either. Nowhere near enough.
Three fingers. That was better. Fuller. She bit back her moan as she fucked herself hard… no buildup, no teasing, just desperate need. Her other hand covered her mouth to muffle any sound because the walls were thick but not that thick and if he heard her…
The thought of him knowing made her wetter.
In her mind, he was still in that pool. But now he saw her. Those eyes locked on hers. He didn’t look surprised. He looked hungry as he moved toward her through the water. Slow. Deliberate. Giving her time to run if she wanted.
She didn’t want to run.
Her fingers moved faster, palm grinding against her clit with each thrust as the fantasy played out in her mind.
He reached the edge of the pool. Put his hands on the rocks and lifted himself out in one smooth motion, all that scarred strength on display. Water streaming off his body. That fabric clinging to him, transparent now, hiding nothing.
He stalked toward her. No hesitation. Just pure male intent.
Her legs shook. She was close, so close, her inner muscles fluttering. He backed her against the nearest tree. Put one hand on either side of her head, caging her in. Leaned down until his mouth was almost touching hers and said?—
She came so hard her vision whited out.
Her whole body clenched, internal muscles clamping down on her fingers as the orgasm crashed through her. She bit down on her own hand to keep from crying out, hard enough to leave marks. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Her hips jerking as her back arched off the door. It went on and on, her fingers still moving, drawing out every last pulse until she couldn’t take anymore and had to stop.
Slumping against the door, her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs were like jelly and her whole body tingled as sweat cooled on her skin.
For maybe thirty seconds, she felt better. Sated. Then reality crashed back.
She’d just gotten herself off thinking about Goraath. In his house. After creeping on him while he’d been relaxing in privacy.
She fixed her clothes with shaking hands, pulled her leggings back up, ignoring how sensitive she still was. Every movement sent aftershocks through her.
