He moves the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles on my inner thigh.
Still over my pajamas, still gentle, still that same low setting.
But the sensation is building.
Something warm and tight starting to coil low in my belly.
"Vaughn—" His name comes out breathless and I hate it.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Do I?
I should say yes.
Should end this right now before it goes further.
But I don't want to stop.
God help me, I don't want to stop.
"No," I whisper. "Not yet."
"Then just breathe. Just feel. You're safe, Eden. I promise you're safe."
He moves the vibrator higher, closer to?—
Oh God.
Oh God.
The sensation when it reaches the apex of my thighs is completely different from everything else.
Sharper.
More intense. More focused. More everything.
Like every nerve ending in my body is suddenly concentrated in one spot.
My hips shift involuntarily, seeking more of that sensation even as my mind screams at me to stop.
"There," Vaughn says, and his voice is rougher now, lower. "That's your clitoris. The books mentioned it—eight thousand nerve endings. More than any other part of the human body, male or female. Designed entirely for pleasure. No other biological purpose. Just pleasure, Eden. Just for you."
He keeps the vibrator there, over my pajama pants, moving it in small, gentle circles.
The sensation builds.
Heat spreads through my lower belly, my thighs.
Pressure mounts between my legs that makes me want to squirm, to press closer, to?—
My hands clench in the sheets.
"What—what's happening?" I gasp out.
"Your body is responding the way it's supposed to. This is arousal. This is your body preparing for pleasure. For release."
"It's too much."
