Page 14 of Dare Me (The Nocte Trilogy 3.50)

“Touch me,” she pleads, releasing me from my promise.

I don’t hesitate.

I gently push her back onto the bed, and hovering next to her, I slide my hand into her panties, seeking her warm center. Her eyes flutter when I reach it, when I slide one then two fingers into her.

She whimpers.

I ache with want.

I circle her with my fingertips, then thrust them into her again.

She cries out.

I continue.

She arches her back.

Her fingers grasp at the sheets.

I know her.

I know her body.

I know what she needs.

After a minute more, she calls my name, and then collapses into me, clutching at my chest, breathing hard.

“Oh my God,” she whispers.

Her cheeks are pink; her eyes are shiny.

“Thank you,” she adds, and I laugh.

“You’re welcome.”

Eight

We continue like this for three nights.

I sneak into her room, or she sneaks into mine.

We touch, we explore, we feel.

We go no further than that.

On this third night, I lie in her bed, and her hips are pressed into mine.

“Let’s run away,” she suggests. “Away from here.”

“Where shall we go?” I play along. “The sea?”

She shakes her head. “I’m serious, Dare. We don’t belong here.”

“We don’t,” I agree. “But we won’t be here long.”

“How do you know that?” she asks, and her hand is splayed on my chest.

“I just do. Trust me.”