As if sensing my turmoil, he picks me up and walks me around to the sofa, sitting me in the center of it before reaching for the remote and turning it off. He plunges the room into darkness, making me gasp as I dig my nails into the seat of the sofa.
“Are you afraid of the dark?” he asks, making me jump because he’s right in front of me.
I picture him sitting on the coffee table and swallow before I answer. “No. I was never afraid of what hid in the darkness, only the monsters that walked in the light.”
“Good, that’s good.”
I feel a touch on my knee, so gentle, I question if I imagined it for a moment before it skates up my leg like a whisper, making me shiver.
“Can I take this off?”
I feel the tug on the hem of the hoodie and nod before remembering he can’t see me. “Yes.”
I raise my arms as he tugs the thick material up my body before discarding it. The chill in the room makes my nipples pebble. My breath hitches as I wait to see what he does next.
But when he does nothing, I frown, unsure what to do…and there it is, a spiderlike movement of fingertips moving across my collarbone. I freeze, reminding myself to breathe, and then they’re gone again. For the next five minutes or five hours, he drives me to the brink of madness with his feather-light touches, leaving me a squirming mess of need.
“Ambros,” I whine, feeling pathetic for it. His dark chuckle tells me he’s not unaffected himself.
“Touch yourself, Citi. Let me feel what you like.”
“I…don’t know what I like.” I never explored, never tried to figure out what I might be missing. It never even occurred to me to try, not until Ambros.
“Then let’s figure it out together.” I feel his hand on my arm as it slides down to my hand. He circles my wrist before lifting it and placing my hand on my breast. “Touch yourself, angel.”
He covers my hand with his and moves it with mine as I stroke my nipple before tugging it a little. I feel him shift and sense that he’s closer. I lick my lips and feel his breath skate over my skin as I drag our hands down my body until they rest on my pubic area. He doesn’t rush me, letting me take my time and a few deep breaths before I explore myself.
I glide my fingers over my clit and swallow hard at how glorious it feels. I do it again and again, getting lost in the moment until I feel Ambros’s hand guide mine to move a little lower. He curls his fingers around mine, which in turn makes me slip two fingers inside myself. I tense in response, but he waits patiently for me to decide if it’s a yes or no.
I slip them in a little bit farther, noticing that they move with ease because I’m so wet. I didn’t realize that was possible. I gasp when I feel the thumb of Ambros’s free hand on my clit, circling the bundle of nerves, making me squeeze my fingers involuntarily.
I make a noise that doesn’t even remotely resemble English and earn myself another chuckle before I feel one of his fingers slip inside me. “Oh god,” I pant, fisting the sofa cushion with my free hand as I mimic Ambros’s movements with the other. Together we slowly finger fuck me until my body is wound so tight I feel like I’m going to explode.
He pinches my clit, and that’s when I die—that’s what it feels like. Or maybe I’m finally alive. I arch my back and cry out his name. For one blissful moment, there is no pain, no fear or guilt, nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. I’m breathless, like I’ve just jumped from a plane and I’m hurtling toward the earth without a parachute.
Just when I think I might not survive, Ambros flips on the lamp, blinding me temporarily. That would have been tragic, because when I’m finally able to focus, the expression he’s wearing is one I would have been devastated to miss.
He’s looking at me like I’m the prize he’s trained his whole life to win, and he’s just seconds away from victory. And Jesus, it makes me feel like a goddess.
He wraps his hand that’s slick with my juices around his cock and fucks his fist, his eyes fixed between my spread thighs. “So fucking pretty,” he hisses before leaning forward and shooting ropes of cum across my chest and stomach.
When he’s spent, he leans over me, his finger dragging through his cum before he presses it to my lips. I open and suck them in, licking them clean. He growls and pulls them free, then slams his mouth , kissing me fiercely until I feel like I’ve been drugged.
When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to mine. “Thank you for trusting me,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose, his eyes twinkling. “One day, you’re going to love me.”
All the air rushes out of my lungs. Not because I don’t believe him, quite the opposite in fact. And it terrifies the shit out of me.
“Not yet.” He winks as I reach up and cup his jaw.
I stare into his eyes and throw caution to the wind. “But someday.”
Chapter Fourteen
AMBROS
I knockon the door and wait for Citi to answer. When she does, she looks adorably sleepy and confused to see me.
“Didn’t you just leave? I feel like I’ve only been asleep for five minutes.”
