Page 64 of Shatter

Even when I don't have to say the word, he reads the tension in my body and retreats.

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

The power isn't in his strength, it's in his restraint.

The safety of it makes my pussy throb, a sudden, violent surge of arousal that makes me arch my back.

I don't want him to stop now.

I want him back, but I want it on my terms.

I reach out and grab his wrist.

My grip is firm, desperate.

I guide his hand down, sliding it over my hip, under the hem of his T-shirt, and press his palm flat against my soaking wet pussy.

I moan loudly, the sound vibrating in my throat, as I press his hand harder against me.

I’m the one directing him.

I’m the one choosing where he touches, how he touches, and when he stops.

"Right there," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Don't stop."

Hakon groans, a low, primal sound that sends a shiver of heat straight through me.

He begins to move his fingers, sliding one, then two, deep into me.

I gasp, my legs falling open for him.

He knows exactly how to move, his fingers curling and hooking, hitting the spot that makes my vision blur.

I guide his hand, pushing him deeper, demanding more. I want to be filled, I want to be stretched, but I want it to be his fingers, his control, under my direction.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, my pussy clamping down on his fingers with every thrust.

Then, he moves his head down.

I let out a sharp cry as his tongue replaces his fingers.

He licks me with a brutal, focused intensity, his tongue swirling around my clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth.

It's overwhelming.

The sensation is so sharp, so direct, that I find myself clawing at the sheets, my hips bucking wildly against his face.

He doesn't let up.

He uses his tongue to tease and torture me, flicking rapidly against my clit while his fingers continue to fuck my insides.

The tension builds, a coil of electricity winding tighter and tighter in my lower belly.

I've never felt this—not this kind of surrender, because this surrender is a choice.

"Please," I sob, not even knowing what I'm asking for. "Hakon, please."

He increases the pace, his mouth working me into a frenzy.