“I...” How did I ask him for help in this? I didn’t know what I could do. I didn’t know the right words to say to get him to understand. And yet, I needed him to do something about it.
He whispered into my ear. “I know,” he murmured, his husky voice causing my pelvis to throb even further. “Just trust me, feel it. Don’t fight it.”
I nodded and squeezed his arms even tighter, keeping him close to me as his hand began to move faster.
My belly tightened, and then the tension broke, a soundless cry echoed in my throat as wave upon wave of pleasure shook through my body.
I had no idea what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. I convulsed in his arms and he swallowed down my cries as he kissed me. Over and over again.
I should have soundproofed my room so my sisters wouldn’t overhear us, but that thought—already so pathetically fragile—disappeared as soon as he kissed me once more.
By the time he took his hand back, my whole body was relaxed. As though I’d turned into a puddle, melting into a heap of pleasure at his feet.
I forced my heavy eye lids open to look at him.
He was smiling and he looked almost as relaxed as I felt.
God, he was beautiful.
“I...” I swallowed, not sure how to communicate how overwhelmed I was now feeling. Who knew anything at all after that? My brain was mush. I didn’t try to fight it. All I could do was give him what I hoped was a smile and said, “Thank you.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips and clicked his fingers, magicking up a blanket that now lay over both of us. My hair was matted with sweat, and yet, I wasn’t hot.
“Can I stay to hold you for a little while longer?” he asked.
I rolled onto my side and pressed my back against him. “Please.”
Never leave me.
I kept those words to myself. I didn’t want to scare him away. After everything that happened just now, we had already shared something I never thought we would before.
His arm came around my belly and held me tight, his breath on my neck as I relaxed into the best sleep I’d had in a very long time.
WHEN I WOKE UP, I COULDN’T tell what time it was. Night? Day? The lights were off and shadows danced on my walls. I closed my eyes and could hear the whispers of the wind just outside the window.
Tavlor was gone. The bed was empty and the mattress was cold where he’d once been. He must have been gone for a while.
I wished I had felt him leave. I wished I had the opportunity to say goodbye.
Then again, maybe it was better this way. Maybe goodbye would have been too hard. I might have started crying again and the last thing I wanted was Tavlor’s remembering me blubbering into his shoulder, holding onto him to keep from leaving.
I shook my head. I sat up, my stomach rumbling with hunger.
I glanced towards the curtains, noticing it was dark now, but how late was it?
I managed to slide off the bed and stand up, though my body felt weird. My breasts were heavy and my skin was sensitive. I closed my eyes. I could still feel his hands on my body and my pelvis throbbed with desire.
I wished he was still here. I wanted to do it again.
I grinned. Imagine how amazing it would be to lose my virginity to that man.
I didn’t have the energy to get dressed properly. So, I raised my hand and spoke a simple spell, calling on a light dress and appropriate underwear, though I was pretty sure I needed another shower. I didn’t want my sisters smelling Tavlor on me, and yet the thought of washing him off felt like agony.
I stood in front of my door and took a deep breath. Time to face the sister music. It was strangely embarrassing, wondering what they’d heard, what they knew.
I reached out and opened the door, walking out into the well-lit living room.
Bella was laying food out on the table in the dining room as though she’d known what time I would rise. Courtney was listening to music on her headphones lying on the couch.