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I rolled over onto my side, trying to get a better angle. My hand was squeezed tight between my thighs, and I rocked against my fingers, trying hard to push myself. My other hand clenched the sheets, my fingers curled into a fist.

“Kitten.”

I opened my eyes to find him standing next to the bed, his hand gripping his cock hard in one fist. His eyes were full of desire. I whimpered. I didn’t want to ask him for anything, didn’t want anything from him. Or did I?

He knelt down on the bed and lay next to me. His eyes asked permission and I granted it. Our faces were so close that we shared a breath, and I was still rocking, rocking against my fingers. I moaned. Every part of me ached for release, but my climax seemed to never want to come.

His free hand came up and covered my clenched fist and I abandoned the sheets for his palm. His fingers twined around mine, his palm hot against my own. The bed moved with his rhythm, now, too, his hand moving as fast as mine down where I dared not look.

At his touch, my body arched hard against the bed. I felt the pressure rise inside my body, come close to bursting. Sweat beaded his dark upper lip. I stared at his face, those dark features, those light eyes, and all the while I rocked in rhythm against my hand, pushing harder, harder—

A look in his eyes. That was what did it. As he stroked himself, I could see the tension in every muscle of his mouth, in every twitch of his eyebrows. It heightened every little bit of arousal in my own body, sending my nerves into a deep shiver whenever he twitched. Then he moaned and his eyes went soft, deep, losing themselves as they stared into my face.

His moan was a low rumble, and I felt the shudder of it send me over the edge. My hips pushed forward and my fingers squeezed and he squeezed back and I came hard, god, so hard, the orgasm bursting forth into a low scream that I buried into the pillow. My fingers pressed deep into me as I shuddered over and over again, my body rippling with relief.

His breath caught, and I looked down to see him grip himself tight and with one thrust end it. He spurted between his fingers, his lips parting in a silent groan of ecstasy, his seed soaking the sheets between us.

Then his head fell back next to mine on the pillow and he gazed into my eyes and I could not look away, the same way a rabbit cannot tear its eyes from the owl hunting it. He licked his lips and I tried to catch my breath, my pulse pounding in my ears.

When I finally looked down, I was still holding his hand.





CHAPTER TWENTY

Kat

He let go of my hand and got up first, tucking away his softening cock and zipping his pants back up. I was still shivering from the force of my orgasm.

“Let’s go.”

“Go?” A whisper. I could barely talk.

“Outside. That was the trade, wasn’t it?”

Oh, right. The trade.

“If your legs can work properly, that is.”

“I’m fine.”

I struggled to my feet and followed him shakily downstairs. I’d never masturbated next to someone before. It wasn’t sex - not exactly. It had felt, impossibly, more intimate than sex. It had been a release of sorts, but there was no way I could ever have come to such a blindingly strong orgasm on my own.

Everything around me seemed different.

Gav was different, too. When he touched me to guide me through the house the way he normally did, his hand felt gentle on my back, not forceful. I found myself wobbling down the steps and toward the front door, but he had my arm every step of the way, supporting me.

Such a strange intimacy.

We came to the front door. I stopped in my tracks, but he opened the door as nonchalantly as though it was an everyday occurrence. Which, for him, I suppose it was.

“Did you need shoes?”

I had forgotten my feet were bare. I shook my head no. I wanted to get outside. I needed to get outside.

“It should be fine,” he said, more to himself than to me. “It’s grassy outside.”

I walked forward past the threshold of the door, my knees trembling. My stomach was tight across my pelvis. Unwilling to believe this was possible, I kept expecting to run into an invisible wall just outside the door. But no, I was out of the house and then he was leading me forward. The wood planks of the front steps were rough under my feet, warm from the afternoon sun.

With my hand on his arm, we walked down the steps and out into the world.

It was spring, and it was a beautiful day outside. I stopped a few feet away from the house, tilting my head back. The sun was so bright that it made my eyes water, and the warmth caressed my skin.

“We’ll go this way,” Gavriel said, motioning towards the woods. “The path is nearly all grass.”

We walked across the driveway toward the pines. Under my toes, the asphalt was dark and hot, and I walked a bit faster to not burn the soles of my feet. I loved the feeling, though, I loved the prickling sensation. A breeze sent goosebumps running along my arms, but then the sun warmed them back up as soon as the wind died down.