to toe. When Reule growls again and I feel his breath against the back of my neck, my nipples harden and my toes curl.
When I push my hips back, I’m not disappointed to find his hard cock digging into my ass. I let out a short breath that’s almost a moan and move my hips again, encouraging him to take things further. I’m practically dizzy with lust, but I’m too nervous to initiate anything first. Reule and I don’t really know each other, and I haven’t been with anyone since Bryson.
But still, why shouldn’t I sleep with Reule? He’s fucking hot, and he’s taken such good care of me since I wound up here. It’s obvious there’s chemistry between us, even if we can’t communicate with words. And besides, Reule has literally seen me at my worst, and he still found me attractive. The language barrier is enough of an obstacle. I decide there’s no need to be shy with him.
He pulls his hand away from my stomach, and I start to protest. But he pushes my hair back and begins lavishing my neck with open-mouthed kisses. His hand returns to the front of my chest where he lightly begins kneading my breasts over the shirt I’m wearing.
His mouth feels so good, and I need more. My nerves are quickly starting to dissipate as I become more turned on, so I let a long moan escape my mouth to let Reule know I’m enjoying what he’s doing. He bites down on my neck lightly as he growls for the third time, and I place my hand over his. I guide his hand down my body to where the shirt stops just past my hips.
Reule pauses for a moment, his fingers hesitantly brushing under the hem. I’m not wearing any panties or anything, and I whine impatiently for Reule to just fucking touch me already! Slowly, so slowly, his hand slides over my hip and down to my pussy. The moment his fingers caress my clit, I moan his name and his entire chest rumbles with an animalistic roar.
He pulls away immediately, scooting backwards so there’s a few inches of space between us. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and roll over to face him. I find him biting his lip with the guiltiest expression ever while he grips his hair between his fingers.
My eyes soften as I scoot closer, and I rub my hand over his bicep consolingly. I figure he must feel bad because I can’t verbally consent, or that he’s afraid he’s taking advantage of me. He’s been such a gentleman about everything else that I wouldn’t be surprised.
“It’s okay,” I whisper quietly. I trail my fingers over his chest, down to the hem of his shirt so I can slip my hands underneath to feel those wonderful, yummy abs. “I want you, Reule.”
He still doesn’t move, but I watch as his pupils dilate in that feral way that shifters’ usually do when sex is involved. It’s even more validation for me that he does want me, and all sorts of naughty scenarios race through my mind. What will it be like with him? Will it be rough and dirty? Or is he going to be soft and slow, the way he’s been with me when it comes to everything else?
I slip my hand under the waistband of his soft, linen pajama pants and wrap my fingers around his huge, throbbing cock. His eyes close as he inhales sharply, and a whining growl gets caught in his throat. I gasp in amazement and excitement, slowly running my hand up and down his length as I press myself as close to him as possible in this position. God, I’m so fucking wet and so ready for him to fuck me. If he doesn’t make a move in the next few seconds, I swear I’m going to just crawl on top of him and take control myself.
Reule grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away, and he finally opens his eyes as he shakes his head at me sternly. “Ne, Isla.”
For a moment, I go still because I’m so shocked. Never in my life have I ever been rejected while I’m in bed with a guy. Did I read him completely wrong? I mean, he was just kissing my neck and fondling my tits a minute ago! What the fuck happened?
I’m so confused and mortified and ashamed. All those emotions hit me at once, and embarrassing tears prick at my