Page 47 of Ravaged From Fate

I’m in a trance. My eyes close and I surrender myself to his roaring, rough manliness. With my panties safely drawn down past my knees, he runs his thumb down the seam of my pussy, eliciting from me an involuntary tremble of arousal. He growls at my obvious display as if victorious.

His fingers dance along the ridge of my lips until he reaches my clit.

And then he really goes to work.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

His thumb circles my clit as if to tease my own ecstasy out of me. He begins gently, but then starts to press harder and harder as my body stiffens to his touch.

One moment I’m fluttering my eyes and trying to hold on to the bed, the next I’m arching my back and trying to break free from Caspian’s iron grasp of me in order to simply reach out and touch the man who’s giving me all this otherworldly pleasure.

None of this seems hard for Caspian. It’s so easy for him to make me feel like this. It’s almost unfair.

I open my eyes to find him staring down at me with those dark eyes of his. Savoring my squirming euphoria. He bares his teeth.

Something so barbaric about him… something so perilous.

I’m the safe girl. The one who’s relied upon by others in this town. My patients don’t look at me as being a human being who needs rest and pleasure. I’m just a caring machine. And that’s fine.

But sometimes I feel like I’ve completely forgotten what it’s like to have someone else take care of me for a change. I’ve certainly never had anyone like Caspian before do it for me.

Never before has a man so calmly confident, so obvious with his own desires, has ever treated me like this. No man’s ever made me moan like this with delight. Ever touched me so perfectly that my vision blurs and the world evaporates around me.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg as Caspian’s fingertips graze my clit in a rhythmic action.

“This is too good not to stop,” he remarks. “Your moans spur me on.”

Sweat trickles down my back. My arms are still pinned to my sides. I can’t wriggle free and I fucking love it.

“Oh God, I’m going to climax…”

I would never have believed before this that one man’s finger can cause me to orgasm.

But that’s what’s happening now.

It’s like I’m shooting up through the clouds to the clear sky, and Caspian is my steady pilot.

He groans as my head rocks back and I let out a deep cry as his fingertip forces me over the edge. My body spasms in a hundred beautiful explosions.

It’s more than I can bear.

Oh, God…

I’m slowly brought back down to earth, my body finally resting still.

“I’ve never…”

I can’t even finish the sentence. Caspian lets go of my leaking sex and leans down to kiss me.

“That was a gift to watch,” he says.

“Caspian…”

“Beautiful.” He kisses me again. Longer this time. I can’t do anything but melt into his hold.

He frees my hands and they immediately go through his hair, bringing his head even closer to my own.

“Caspian, I want you inside me.”