things.” Panting, shaking, she tried to clear her mind. “No one ever say to me before.”
“You have no idea how nice I want to be to you, wild thing.” Voice low, he skimmed his palm down her belly.
Her back arched, a groan of need wrenching from her.
She opened her legs wider. “Sh-show me.”
“Hells, Nayla.” His green eyes darkened with desire. “You have me crossing so many lines I swore I never would.” His rough palm cupped her mons. Possessive. Merciless.
“Yes.” Her gaze locked on his hand, the sight of his thick, veined wrist between her thighs sending her arousal higher. She was crossing lines, too. Just like he was.
His grip at her thighs tightened as his other hand slid between her swollen folds. “I want you to know only nice. Only pleasure.”
“Y-yes.” Something was building inside her. A monstrous cresting wave that threatened to drown her. To splinter her apart.
It was as if she tottered on the precipice of something life changing.
“Tell me the rest.” His rasped voice was an anchor in the surging storm. “You’ve had to carry this burden alone for too long.”
Grif was strong. He was forceful and knowing, yet he hadn’t hurt her.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe just this once she could trust him—and bask in the pleasure of his touch. “Th-hey in eastern quadrant.” Her body shuddered as he worked her needy core faster “Across the canyon. Hidden in cave at bottom of h-highest cliff with two round domes at top. P-please.”
“That’s good, Nayla.” His voice gentled, but his fingers never stopped. “What about guards?”
The pressure built and built, her body winding tighter as her toes curled.
“Tell me.” A light tap against her clit.
She sucked down a desperate breath and tried to remember. “G-guards? Th-three at most. Lazy. Forced to watch because not good hunters.”
“Good girl.” He worked her clit faster. “Such a fucking good girl.”
“Grif!” She ground against his fingers, his praise adding to her pleasure. She had never been a good girl before.
“That’s right, wild thing. Say my name. I’m right here with you. Doing every nice thing you deserve and more. You aren’t to blame for anything that happened. I know exactly what you need.” Tap. Right on her swollen, needy clit.
Her body jerked, arched, her mouth opening on a silent scream as indescribable pleasure slammed through her.
Limitless.
Exquisite.
The rush of sensation lit up every cell and sinew, shattering her into a thousand pieces, hurtling her body through space until she was truly one with the Void.
No pain. No fear or sorrow or loneliness. Only pure pleasure.
She floated in silver, shimmering paradise.
How had she never known such a thing was possible?
She had no idea how much time passed before the rough rasp of a familiar voice rolled across her skin like a purr, coaxing her back toward gravity, sound, and scent.
“You did so good, baby. So good.”
She drifted down from the stars, some part of her registering that she was in Grif’s arms, flopped against his chest, held as if she was something precious.
It seemed like a dream.
Yet, here she was. Alive. In one piece. But forever altered, the pieces of her soul reconfigured. Remade by pleasure and touch and the knowledge of all she hadn’t known before.
Dazed, her body still tingling, the terrible storm that had surged inside her since his first touch, was finally, blissfully silent.
Exhaustion beat at her, her skin slick, but it was a good kind of tired. Every part of her humming and alive.
Small shivers coursed through her. A warm, firm hand anchored her to this world. The heat of Grif’s palm as it stroked her hair another form of exquisite bliss. A connection. Deeper and more profound than she’d had with anyone else.
“Give yourself time. One’s first climax is pretty intense.” More warm caresses along her spine. “I’ve got you.”
Climax? Was that what that was? Her body tingled, her mind trying to function. To recall why she was making low animalistic noises that almost sounded like pain. Why there was something dark and shameful trying to push its way past this cloud of pure bliss. Why his voice sounded tinged with guilt, as if he knew something she didn’t.
“Shh, sweetheart.” His big palm covered her lower back, spanning almost the entire area and radiating wonderful warmth. His other hand gentle as he brushed a sweat-slicked strand of hair back from her forehead. “It’s going to be okay. I know it’s going to feel like it’s the end, but it’s only the beginning. I wasn’t lying. I am going