My mouth falls slack, and I wage a war in my head to regain control. To ignore that flutter, that bizarre stirring inside me to be touched. To touch him.
I can’t hide it either. My breathing is heavy and loud. My thighs pinch together as I begin rolling my hips and undulating around air. It feels so good to chase this feeling, to squirm and grip the sheets on Niklaus’s bed.
“I—”
My pulse stammers as I finally look up at him through heavy lids. Andfuck, how did I not see it before? How did I not realize how handsome he is? That serious look on his face. The way his scorching, infinitely blue eyes track my every move. I reach out and touch his facial hair. The prickly texture charges me with a typhoon of electricity.Oh god!I want to feel it against my lips. I want to kiss his cheek, his jaw…
“Your eyes are saucers, Sapphire.” Niklaus goes pin straight and stares at Meridei’s mother with ferocious distain. “Give her something to make this stop!”
“You should be thanking me, ungrateful man,” Apple May hisses.
I whimper pathetically, running my hands up and down my thighs as I try to relieve the downpour of arousal being pumped into every cell of my body.
Niklaus glances down at me, pinching his eyebrows together, and exhaling loudly through his nose.
Is he angry with me? I don’t want to upset him. Have I done something wrong?
“Niklaus, I’m sorry…” I pant, continuing to grind against nothing.
“You’re sorry?”
“You’re mad at me. Please, tell me how to make you feel good. Don’t be mad. Please!” I’m desperate. Hungry. And I haven’t an ounce of dignity to keep me from begging.
“I’m not mad atyou.” He looks down at me again as I wedge myself between his knees. His gaze darkens once more, and he curses.
Apple May is suddenly kneeling next to me. “Didn’t it feel good when he fingered you, Mrs. Valdawell?”
I nod like an eager puppy, bouncing up and down.
“Mmm-hmm, I thought so. Don’t you want to touch him now? Make your husband feelsogood too?”
“Yes!” I moan excitedly. “Yes, I want to make my husband feel good.”
“Prove it to him. Touch a place on his body you’ve been dying to feel all day,” Apple May suggests.
My eyes redirect to Niklaus’s stomach. Without another thought, I do as she says. My hands slip under his white shirt, and I run my fingers over his warm skin. I moan loudly as his strong abdominal muscles flex and harden.
Desire floods my veins and makes my vision vibrant and vivid.
“Christ,” Niklaus says. His knuckles turn white, and I can’t tell if he’s holding his breath or just not moving.
“How does that feel?” Apple May asks.
“So warm. I want him so badly.”
I flash my pleading gaze up to Niklaus, and every emotion whirls through me. His stare unearths me. It’s my safe place. My home. I never want to stop looking at him.
“Apple May.” My husband raises his chin in defiance. “I ambeggingyou. Please, don’t make her do this. You want me? Fine. Control me. Not her.”
Apple May taps her fingers to her chin. “I’ll tell you what. Mrs. Valdawell? Why don’t you run your hands over your husband’s cock? While his pants are still on of course. If he isn’t hard for you, I’ll put an end to this right now. When I inject you with a special counter drug, you won’t feel this strange burning desire anymore. Okay? Fair enough?”
My heart rate picks up as I feel terror at the idea of this ending. Of Niklaus not being hard for me. Not experiencing any type of arousal to my touch, to my waist pressing between his knees. But as my attention falls to his pants, my mouth begins to water.
“That. Isn’t. Fair,” Niklaus whispers in a gravelly, unwell voice.
I’m no longer listening, because as my quivering hand lowers, I make contact with his hard cock. It twitches under the light weight of my hand. A new burst of endorphins explodes in my veins because he groans with me, enveloped in this shared euphoria.
“Ahhh. Wouldn’t his cock feel so nice in your mouth, Mrs. Valdawell?”
