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The generous, lush mounds quivering with her desire. Every inhale and exhale brought them closer. He circled his thumb around the rosy tips that pearled at his touch.
The descriptions were a little over the top, but the anticipation got Amara’s body ready. Slipping her hand inside her nightgown, she cupped a beast and palmed it. Relief filled her body at the touch. Amara brought her fingers around her ‘bud’ and circled it. Unlike the merchant’s, hers were small and smooth and didn’t produce the desired effect. She pinched them. A spark of electricity ran from her breast to her pussy. The spot between her legs grew wetter as she tweaked the nipple.
Closing her eyes, she imagined how it would feel to have large, calloused fingers over her nipples instead. Fingers like Felix’s. They’d felt so wonderful against her hands. If he were touching her here—
She opened her eyes with a jerk.
What was she thinking? Was she finally going mad?
She’d never thought of him as anything other than her boss before. Has realizing that he was Mr. Garett caused her feelings to change? Did she feel he was fair game now that she knew his secrets? She was noticing things she’d never noticed before. Like the way his eyes flashed red when he was angry, or the way his fingers felt on her, or how he placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her when he sensed her discomfort. The memory of his touch made her warmer.
Then, there were those letters. Page after page of emotions poured on parchment. Words that lit a flame inside her heart. Every drop of black ink had carried a piece of his soul. Every loopy curve was an elixir that healed her broken heart. How was she supposed to forget all that? How was she to go on without it?
This couldn’t be right. Felix was a decent boss, a good man with principles, and she’d never heard anything scandalous about him. To think of him as a lover was incredulous. He was far older than her, and for all she knew, had zero interest in sleeping with her. He’d mentioned having an affair with a widow long ago, but his recent letters hadn’t contained anything about his love life.
Yet, when she closed her eyes, she pictured his silver eyes. Watching her. Her skin prickled with awareness. She wanted to make them turn red with lust. She wanted to make him lose control, to unleash the demon within. Her cool palm rested against her neck, and she felt her pulse quicken.
This was her dream. Her sanctuary. Her fantasy. She could think of anything she wanted. It wasn’t like he was ever going to find out.
Amara sank into the feeling. She moved her hand to the other nipple. When the rough cotton brushed against one distended tip, she moaned. She worked the other nipple, touching, teasing, pinching, tweaking until her dusky buds were tight little points. More heat pooled between her legs, intensified by the feeling of being watched by her boss, of being touched by him. Her pussy thrummed with arousal. Her eyes skimmed over the next part.
“Open your legs for me, love,” the merchant breathed against her neck. His fingers trailed over her thighs, reaching for the wet, open petals at her core.
Placing the book on her on the bed, she reached under her nightgown. Layers of cotton and soft skin gave way to her naked pussy. Damp, engorged lips met her finger. The feather-light brush made her moan with pleasure. Opening her legs wider, she dragged a digit across her dripping center, imagining it was his padded, calloused thumb. Every stroke was exquisite pain. When her fingers pressed on her swollen clit, she cried out in surprise. Intense sensations rocked her body. Her hard nipples strained against the white fabric. The friction was so delicious. She imagined Felix’s silver gaze on her, stroking her hard clit gently. Her movements grew faster, increasing the pressure on her clit. Her pussy was saturated with her juices. She pushed a finger into her tight, wet cunt, moaning at the invasion. As she did, she imagined the ghost of his lips over the shell of her ear, whispering,
“Good girl.”
An intense stab of pleasure made her inner walls contract. God, those words had nearly finished her. She loved being praised. More importantly, she loved being praised in his voice. She strummed the swollen, hard bud. Sensations filled her body, making her skin sensitive and hot. Juices coated her fingers as the pulsing, hollow ache in her core grew intense. She wanted him. She wanted him so badly.
She inserted another finger in. Her other hand played with her clit. Her climax was so close now. She pistoned her fingers in and out of her sex, feeling her body rock with every thrust.
"You're doing such a good job, taking my finger into your pretty pussy. Just like that…”
His words pushed her closer to the summit. Her body tightened, feeling the stirrings of an orgasm. Wet sounds of her fingers moving in and out of her pussy filled her ears. A little more and she’d be able to come. To forget everything. Another finger joined in, stretching her. Amara curved her fingers, trying to reach that elusive pleasure spot that made her cry out with ecstasy.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes…please…make me come…” She moaned breathily, feeling a climax grip the base of her spine. She was so fucking close. Another brush and she could explode. Her fingers moved in and out furiously. When they brushed her pleasure spot, she cried out in ecstasy.
Her inner walls contracted around her fingers. A wave of pleasure rolled through her body. Head thrown back, she ground herself down on her fingers, like an animal in heat.
“Yes…Felix…please…Give me more.”
A tiny creak echoed in the dark room.
The door opened and a shadow stood on the other side. A man. She was too far gone to register his movements. She thrust into her convulsing pussy, milking every drop of pleasure from her body. Everything was so fuzzy, so dream-like. She felt alive.
A silhouette materialized in the darkness. A spot of bright orange light flashed next to him. Red eyes blazed in the darkness. They were fixed on her naked pussy. She knew it from the way they glowed brighter. Demon eyes only glowed with lust or anger. And the stranger standing at her door wasn’t angry. The scent of her sex filled the air.
It took Amara five seconds to realize that this wasn’t a part of her fantasy. This was real.
With a start, she pulled her hand out, leaving her wet, glistening pussy exposed. Her back hit the backrest. Air brushed her naked flesh, juices dripping down her inner thighs. There was no question of what she’d been doing.
Hurriedly, she clamped her legs together and sat up straight. Reaching for the candle on her bedstand, she held it up to his face.
“Who are you?” She moved fast, trying to find something to protect her. Her nightgown hung open at her chest, parted down the center, revealing her breasts.
“It’s me.”
