She could feel him trembling behind her, breathing heavily, inhaling the scent of her clean hair and skin. The warmth between their bodies increased until she was sweating and wanting to slip out of the cotton shift.
Rune’s fingers dug into her flesh. Tentatively, he guided her hips in a roll as he pushed himself against her.
Seraphina’s mouth fell open, and she let out a moan.
“Please stop.” His voice sounded strained.
“I’m not doing anything,” she whispered. “It’s you.”
“No,” he ground out. But his actions betrayed him when his hand moved from her hip to her face, and he cupped her cheek and pressed his thumb to her lips. “No.”
Seraphina turned her head slightly, allowing him to see her tongue darting out to lick his thumb. Rune’s head dropped into the crook of her neck as she sucked on the tip of it. He breathed in her ear, and the rush of hot air made her body shudder and her pussy throb and push out a fresh wave of wetness.
“No,” he groaned again, but didn’t let go.
“I’ll stop if you stop,” she said.
He was panting in her ear now. Seraphina didn’t know what his constant no’s meant, when he didn’t seem to be able to heed them himself.
“Tell me what you want.” His words sounded like a vow.
She was nearly undone.
Chapter Twenty-Two
This man was going to be the death of her sanity.
Seraphina rolled onto her back and let her legs fall open. She gripped his wrist and attempted to push his hand to her chest, but he twisted his wrist free and pulled away, leaving her whimpering at the loss.
“No,” he said. “Tell me.”
“I’ll guide you. Why won’t you let me–”
“If we do this, promise me you won’t touch me.”
His request was torturous. She felt her neck and cheeks heat up with embarrassment at the thought that she would have to do as he said and guide him verbally. She wasn’t even sure she could express her desires out loud, if she knew the words or could bring herself to say them. And she wanted to touch him in return. So badly.
Rune was pressed to her side, his hard cock resting on her hip, yet he was unreachable. Forbidden.
“All right,” she breathed. “Where do you want my hands?”
“Can you tuck them under the pillow?”
Seraphina nodded, raised her arms and slipped her hands under the pillow, her fingers fisting the feather stuffing. The position pushed her chest up and opened her to him, but until she spoke, he didn’t do anything, simply stared at her.
“It’s too warm, pull off the blanket.”
He did so, and she was left in her cotton shift, which had ridden up her thighs.
“Can you...” She blushed violently. “Would you like to undress me?”
He let out a low groan. “No. It would be too much.”
That did something to her. There was disappointment that he didn’t want to see her naked body, but the revelation that he refused because it was “too much” aroused her further.
“Could you touch my neck?”
Rune’s trembling palm made contact with her skin. He wrapped his fingers around her neck lightly, and Seraphina felt a current run through her. It started in her toes, ran up her legs, and stopped in her chest, where it enveloped her heart and squeezed it painfully. She didn’t know how to interpret what she was feeling. It was a spike of nervousness, maybe even fear, but it didn’t dampen her arousal. She was stimulated and petrified, because his hand on her throat reminded her of how...
