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Lara shifted and my dick jerked. Her sharp inhale tore the breath from my chest, and her exhale—it didn’t just settle back in my lungs, it settled her more fully on me. The heat of her pussy nestled my thick, raging cock, and all I could think was that this wasn’t a mating of energy, but its swift and deadly combustion.
“Feel your wild core reaching for theirs. Giving and absorbing. Pulling and wanting. That’s it ... soak and savor in the wanting,” Maxwell’s voice lulled through the fugue. Encouraging something that needed no encouragement, only an excuse. “Feel the barriers dissolving between you. All those restraints and reservations ... feel them melt away.”
In spite of what she said, I tried to hold on to them. I tried to grip them like a rock in my hand, only to realize what I held was nothing more than a fistful of sand, the particles of resistance slipping right through my fingers.
“In the wild, you take fully. You give fully. It is the only way. The only true connection. The only path to pure passion.”
Lara’s grip tightened on my shoulders. My hands slid higher, burying completely against her bare torso. Our heads bent closer, breaths colliding.
“Now, I want you to tell your partner one thing they do that attracts your wild core—that ignites it.”
This session, however long it was, wasn’t going to be long enough for me to tell Lara all the things that made me ache for her in every way I shouldn’t.
Lara pressed her hand to the side of my face, and the world stopped on its head.
“This,” she murmured, pressing her fingers to the muscle on the side of my jaw. “The way it pulses ... It’s a wonder you haven’t cracked.”
Not a wonder.A goddamn miracle.
My gaze tracked over every inch of her face. The tint of her blush. The dust of her freckles. The heady pulse of hunger in her stare.
“Maybe I have,” I murmured quietly, like it would stop her from hearing me; it wouldn’t. Couldn’t.
She sucked in a breath, her gaze widening, and I found myself toeing the same line both of us knew we shouldn’t cross.
“It’s your eyes. They’re like Dopplers for your emotions. They show every calm. Every quickening. Every storm. Always have.” All those years ago, I could read her emotions in the pools of her gaze, right down to all the times those pools had reflected disbelief when she heard her sister lie to me.
Her stomach trembled against my fingers, spurring them into a revolution of slow circles on her waist, tracing and teasing along the boundary of her pants. A revolution, all right ... against all sanity.
“And what do they show now?”
Lust. Ache. Desire. The list could go on, but it was better left in silence. The situation we were in ... the position ... was already too precarious to confess what I saw in her eyes.
“Whatever it is,” I began, my voice low and guttural, “I don’t think I’ll survive it.”And considering survival was what my family was known for ...
“Calder ...” Lara murmured, and too late I realized what it was:a plea.One that came just before she rocked in my lap.
It was the slightest, shortest motion. One single roll of her hips to try to quench the ache between her thighs. And it struck me like a bolt of lightning. Pure, white-hot lust straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” I grunted on a rough exhale.
There was no hiding—not even the chance for polite ignorance of—my erection. Not when, with a slight nudge of my hands, I bade her to do it again.
To grind against me. Her hips to mine. Her heat to my hardness. My mind to the brink of insanity.Friction against the forbidden.
“Feel the ache in your partner and nurture it. There is nothing more primal, more primordial, than physical connection. Than sexual satisfaction with a partner who knows your whole self.”
With a broken exhale, Lara’s forehead dipped to meet mine, our breaths battling—beating into one another.
Was everyone else like this? Completely oblivious to the group? Consumed by their partner?
Or was it just me?Consumed by her ...
“This is the plateau you want to reach. An erotic equilibrium of all your senses ...” Maxwell went on, her voice ebbing in and out of focus until it was nothing but an auditory fog.
“Lara ...” My husky whisper tangled in her exhale as her forehead rested on mine.
My hands tightened on her waist, knowing I should stop her but only dragging her harder along my length.
