Page 52 of Scarred

His voice has a dangerous edge to it, and a shiver races through me.

“It seems I do,” I swallow, feeling like I’m on the brink of losing myself to something I’ve never felt.

“Seems?” He picks up on my inexperience right away, and I regret telling him, afraid he won’t go through with it now.

“The couple of guys I’ve been with were brief flings and college guys. Their main focus was on themselves. They never…they stuck to the basics. It doesn’t matter, anyway,” I say quickly. “Most of the time, I would fake it and finish the job at home by myself.”

“That oddly pisses me off and excites me at the same time,” he murmurs.

“Why does it excite you?” I ask with a laugh. “It’s actually pathetic.”

“It just means you haven’t been with a real man before,” he says, his voice dripping with sin before going silent. I hold my breath and wait to see if he’ll continue or back out. “Are you touching yourself?” He finally asks quietly.

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling my heart speed up at the thought of this happening. “My hand is in my thong,” I swallow hard as a low moan vibrates through the phone.

“Is it the pink one that was pressed up against my ass? You don’t know how close I came to dropping to my knees and ripping it with my teeth. It’s all I can think about.”

I gasp at the sudden surge of heat that floods my body. That image alone has me begging for more.

“Does that excite you, Luna? My teeth grazing over your pussy? I bet you taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had. My mouth is watering just thinking about spreading you wide and feasting on you.”

His voice rolls over me like honey. Smooth and dangerously addictive. I slide two fingers inside, and my back arches off the bed in pure ecstasy. Every nerve ending in my body feels heightened and sensitive to the touch.

My nipples are tight and begging for attention as my hand covers my breast, pinching one hard between my fingers. Desire shoots to my core, and I moan from the impact.

Wanting him with me, I turn the tables.

“Are you…” I lick my dry lips, wanting to know if he’s as turned on by this as I am. “Are you touching yourself?”

“I’ve had my hand around my cock since the second I heard your voice,” he growls.

I picture him lying in bed getting off to my image, and the realization steals what’s left of my composure, knowing it’s me who has this gorgeous, serious man on the edge of losing control.

“More talk,” I whisper, feeling myself getting close as I rub my palm against my swollen clit.

“Is your pussy throbbing right now, Luna, the way my dick is pulsing in my hand?”

“Yes,” I moan, moving my hand faster—my fingers going deeper.

“I know we’d fit good together, little moon. Too good,” he rumbles.

Little moon?

I quickly bury the way my heart flutters at the nickname. This needs to be surface-level only. Two people just helping each other out to release a little tension. Anything more and it’s too much of a risk for me to take.

“Spread your knees wider,” he continues in a deep, sultry voice. “I want to picture you laid out on the bed for me with your fingers deep inside…your thighs dripping with your arousal.”

“Yes,” I rasp. “I’m almost there.”

My body is a tight coil about to explode as I move my hips to meet his imaginary thrusts that I’ve created in my mind.

“I want to hear you cum for me,” he pants. The sound of him pumping himself harder fills the room, and I match his rhythm, wanting to feel and be as close to him as I can. “That’s it,” he praises with a low tone. “Fuck your hand and pretend it’s my cock stretching and sliding against those tight walls.”

“Cayden,” I moan, feeling myself on the brink of letting go.

“Fuck,” he hisses when he hears his name. Our breaths are heavy as the sound of us pleasing ourselves hits my ears. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard. “Say it again,” he growls, pushing me over the edge.

“Cayden!” I cry out as an orgasm floods my entire being. My body trembles as my walls squeeze my fingers. Every part of me is shattered to the core as I surrender to him.