Page 183 of Nyx

My body clenches at the dirty words, making me realize just how much I actually like the sound of them coming from his lips.

He pulls his hands back before slowly pressing them forward, mouth working me over.

"Now two," he says, and I whimper when he pulls back one and pushes forward with two.

I haven't spent a lot of time touching myself, but I never saw the need for penetration. I didn't need it to get there on my own. It's been a long time since I've had anything there.

"You okay?" he asks.

"Yes," I manage.

"You sure?"

"I-I think so."

"Think isn't okay, Juliet." I reach down and grip his wrist when I feel him pulling back.

"Just adjusting," I say. "It's a lot."

He chuckles softly. "I have much more than this."

I lift up on my elbows, staring down at him.

"I know," I whisper. "Don't stop."

The level of intimacy I feel, keeping my eyes locked on his while he works two fingers in and out of me, is indescribable.

I don't feel the need to look away or fight the urge to make the sounds that feel natural to make in fear that he's going to call me a whore or do something to me to make it less pleasurable for me.

"That's good, baby. Just relax. Now three."

My mouth falls open when he presses three fingers slowly inside of me.

"Feel good?"

I nod.

"You're so fucking tight," he says, keeping his eyes on me as he lowers his mouth back to my clit.

"Nyx," I moan when he sucks my clit inside.

He doesn't speak, but he doesn't stop either.

His mouth works. His fingers work. My body obeys his silent command.

Tension builds quickly, a sheen of sweat forming on my skin a few seconds before I detonate.

If I thought I saw stars before, it has nothing on the way my vision fades in and out with the pulses of my orgasm.

He carries me through it, as if he can tell when it starts to wane, only pulling his mouth from me and his fingers free as it ebbs away completely.

Silently, he pulls back, and I watch as he inserts each one of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. It sends an unfamiliar thrill through my entire body, every muscle tensing in a wave angled right to the center of me. My body longs for every piece of this man, but I know I can't let my brain get involved. Wanting a life I can't have will only lead to heartbreak in the end.

He reaches for the condom, looking down at me once again, his eyes scanning every inch of me, and unlike the times that Graham looked me over, I don't see a hint that he has a problem with what he's seeing.

"You're sure?"

I nod, watching in amazement as he opens the condom and works it down that thick cock of his.