It’s as frustrating as it is beautiful and terrifying.
This tender, caring side of Gage that he has repeatedly shown me over the past several days has made it so much harder to remember why I tried so hard to avoid this kind of connection.
He tightens his grip on my ass, thrusting his tongue deeper inside me, and my body clenches, wanting more. Needing it. As if he can sense that without me even saying a word, his fingers quickly slip into me, spreading me gently, and he curls them up into that spot that always makes my body convulse.
My hips grind down against his face, moving almost of their own volition, as if I’m not even in control of them anymore.
A gasp falls from my lips as he sucks my clit gently, moving his fingers in a languid, methodical motion.
It builds slowly, a sparking heat centered in my core, that feeling of pressure I’ve only ever experienced one other time.
With him.
And I know what’s coming.
That insanely intense rush that will utterly destroy me.
My whole body tenses, and Gage stops immediately, his mouth and hand stilling.
Worried eyes stare up at me. “Hellcat, what’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” My voice comes out breathy. “I’m just?—”
Terrified.
“Don’t fight it.”
His words echo through my head. But what he’s really saying is “Don’t fight me.” It’s what he’s been asking for since the beginning, for me to let go and let him in. And I’ve tried. I really have, but years and years of protecting everyone else and myself make it nearly impossible to fully drop my guard.
“Relax, Hellcat.”
It isn’t said as an order.
More like a plea from him to do the very thing he’s been trying to get me to since we first met.
I know what will happen if I do.
This man will unleash that tidal wave of pent-up pressure that’s built up. He will help me release the pain and the frustration and all the volatile emotions tangled up inside me.
If I can only do what he asks.
He returns to his meticulous ministrations, his fingers playing me expertly while his mouth and tongue help build me back up to that precipice he had me so close to only moments ago.
I try to let each and every muscle relax.
The same way they have in the baths he’s drawn for me.
Or when he’s massaged my sore body every night before we climb into bed together and he wraps his solid, warm frame around mine, keeping me safe and holding me steady through the nightmares that seem to come every time I close my eyes.
But they’re not there right now.
All that exists is this pleasure coursing through me and the feeling of the building pressure low in my core.
A dam about to rupture…
When it finally spills over, I come in a hot rush, and Gage groans his satisfaction, swallowing down my release, sucking me dry, licking and flicking his tongue over my clit to drag out my orgasm and make my body pulsate with mind-numbing ecstasy.
The fuzzy, warm cloud of post-orgasmic bliss descends over me, and my legs tremble violently, threatening to give way under me.
