Chapter 40

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My head falls back weakly against his shoulder, in complete and utter abandon. “I want your hands on me. All over me. Inside me. Please.”- 

A long silence follows, then his hand finally moves properly. Not rough or frantic, just deliberate and focused. A gasp escapes me as pleasure unfurls through my body, slow and devastating. Water laps against the edge of the tub as I arch helplessly, every nerve suddenly awake. 

His fingers dance over my clit, my parted lips, before they slide slowly into my honeyed channel, just a bit, then a bit farther, then a bit deeper, then withdraw to circle my hard little bud once more. I tremble violently in his arms while he touches me with unbearable patience, every stroke measured as though he’s learning me piece by piece. 

It’s perfect. It’s torture. It’s heaven. It’s hell. 

I need more. 

“Open your legs wider for me,” he murmurs against my hair. “And breathe, Zara.”