Page 88 of Time To Learn

“I don’t know,” I whisper. My eyes shoot up to my hairline as I discover the piercing, and a thrill courses through me when I take in what it means.

He looks magnificent. Utterly magnificent. Toned muscles, lean arms, all his tattoos…like a living, breathing work ofart.

As Kristian comes closer, I try to mask my panting breaths by clearing my throat.

“That thing must have hurt,” I mumble nervously, my eyes flickering over his defined abs, and honing in on the cock piercing.

“It did,” he says calmly as he climbs on top of the bed and mirrors my position by kneeling in front of me, and I marvel at his confidence. He seems so at ease in his own skin—not like me. He still feels so much bigger than me, but I actually like that abouthim.

“Hmm,” I pretend to muse as my fingers flex against the fabric still covering my naked breasts. “Why did you get itdone?”

“Because.”

I frown at the non-answer and finally look straight into his eyes. The amused smile grazing his lips confusesme.

“That’s not an answer,” I grumble.

“I know. And if you still want the full story tomorrow, I’ll be happy to tell you. But right now, I need to know if you’re still withme?”

I inhale deeply, trying, and failing, to unclench my fingers. I truly want this. I want to relax enough to simply let go, but it’s not easy. The only saving grace is that it’s still so dark, despite the moonlight, that he won’t be able to see all my scars.

Let go, Laura, a soft whisper—so faint I might have imagined it—sounds around us. Just letgo.

I square my shoulders and sit up straighter, trying to be brave. Quickly, I drop my nightgown and I shuffle closer when Kristian’s eyes grow heated again. Slowly, I raise my arms and wrap them around hisneck.

“Touch me,” I whisper and brush my mouth over his. “Please make me feel alive again. Turn my body into flames with your touch.”

He groans as I bite his lower lip and I smile against his mouth when I feel his hands on my hips, digging into my soft flesh. I tease the ends of his hair with my fingertips as he deepens our kiss—gosh, his tongue is sinful. His arms close around my waist, and as he pulls me closer, I sigh with pleasure. My nipples grow harder against his smooth chest, and the throbbing in my pussy flares up with need. The soft moan in his voice as he leans back, shuffling until I sit firmly on his lap, sends a mad cacophony of fluttering through my belly. As I straddle him, I shudder as his cock—his piercing—teases my clit achingly slowly. He never ceases kissing me so reverently that it makes me forget the entire world around us. It’s as if he really doesn’t want to rush anything. As if he spoke the truth when he said he would go as slow or as fast as I want himto.

He does what I asked.

He makes my body erupt in white-hot flames.

I moan as one of his hands glides down to rest on my arse, squeezing it. Possessing me. Claiming me. A sense of urgency hits me as his cock continues to rub my clit, and warmth settles in my core. I want to move, but at the same time, I want this to last forever.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Kristian whispers against my lips. His breathing is heavy, warm, and comforting. “I need to touchyou.”

I shiver as his hand leaves my arse and trails its way up my hips, down my inner thigh, and stops at the strip of hair near my entrance.

“Please,” I beg on a broken whisper, unable to take it slow any longer.

Still holding me firmly in his arm—as if he has super strength—he tightens his hold onme.

“Open your eyes,” he groans as his thumb rubs myclit.

Immediately, my eyes fly open, and when I stare down at him, he curses under his breath.

“Like it, sweetheart? Wantmore?”

I nod as I wet my lips, unable to speak. I’m captured by his eyes, watching him as he watches me, while his thumb on my clit grows more impatient.

Biting my lip, I roll my hips against his hand, revelling in the power I seem to have over him at this very moment. He doesn’t hide from me, keeping our gazes locked, and it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced with aman.

We’re both exposed—vulnerable—completelyopen.

It scares me to death, but it also thrillsme.

“I need a taste,” Kristian growls, the sound wreaking havoc with my insides. He doesn’t wait for me to respond. His fingers leave my wetness, and in a long, deep, wet kiss, he pushes me gently down on my back again, covering me with hisbody.