Page 151 of Carved in the Shadows

“You sure? You sure you want these foul hands on you?” The words were churned, pitted gravel as I glided my palm upward.

Sparks might as well have been igniting on her skin.

The way the atmosphere seemed to simmer. The bare light glinting through the energy that spun her room into disorder.

“Yes.” It was a coarse whisper.

I brushed my knuckles over the black cotton of her underwear, just skimming the heat underneath.

Her head rocked back and her hips bucked forward.

“You like that, Little Apple?”

Her entire being vibrated.

Like a coming avalanche.

Complete annihilation.

She choked out a destitute, disbelieving whimper. “Of course, I like it. I need it. I’ve waited for so long.”

“You been dreaming about me? Imagining what it would be like if I sent this sweet body soaring? Is that where you had gone the other morning in your sleep?”

“The only thing I dream about is you, Trevan Niles,” she rasped.

Fuck.

This was so wrong.

So fucking wrong.

But I dragged my fingers a little deeper.

Knuckles pressing up against the soaked fabric of her underwear.

Heat scored through my body like rocket fire. I might as well have been stumbling around in Death Valley in the middle of the summer.

“You soaked, baby?”

What the fuck was I thinking? Talking to her like this?

But I couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t do anything but shift the fabric aside and skim my knuckles through her drenched pussy.

“Hot and soaked. Just for me.”

“Always.” The single word fluttered out into energy that stirred her room into madness.

That’s what this had to be.

Madness.

A needy sound rolled out of Elena as I dragged just my fingertips over her clit.

“Trevan.”

Her face was screwed up in anticipation, though those tempting pink lips were parted. Eyes so fucking big like she was afraid if she blinked, I’d disappear.