His arms bulged with swells of muscle under smooth, tanned skin with a dusting of dark hair. The same dark hair formed a line down the center of his abdomen. Unlike her soft belly, his was rigid with muscle.
He drew her arms away from her chest. “Don’t hide from me, Larissa.” With his fingers buried deep in her sex, he leaned over and kissed the tips of her breasts.
The fire that had burned low in her belly blazed to life. His lips burned a trail of soft caresses down her front, placing a kiss on the arch of each hip. Dragging his tongue lower, her breath hitched and her eyes widened.
The closer his mouth moved, the more uncontrollably her body trembled. She had never been so exposed in all of her life. Her heart raced as his fingers spread her nectar. Heat gathered and tugged within her belly as he teased her sensitive flesh as if he were tickling some unnamable part of her. She wanted to press against the pleasure, but it remained too elusive, solely under his control, a phantom sensation she could not catch.
Still spreading kisses along her soft stomach, she shut her eyes and luxuriated in the featherlight trace of his lips, breath, and hair teasing over her skin. Lower and lower, his mouth tormented her until his lips reached her folds.
Her spine arched and she cried out as he kissed her sex. Certain such an act was wrong, she twisted and pulled her body away from him. But he was fast and he caught her legs, wrapping a muscled arm around her thighs and holding her beneath him.
“Where are you rushing off to, little mouse?”
Her face burned as he looked up at her, eyes dilated and pupils dark, traces of her arousal glistening on his delectable lips. As if reading her thoughts, he held her stare and dragged his tongue over the plump pillow of his lower lip, sucking any trace of her flavor into his sinful mouth and grinning like a cat in the cream.
Her lips parted in curious awe.
“Every inch of you, Larissa, I plan to know every single inch. We will hide no secrets from each other. Not even here.” With a firm but gentle hand, he parted her legs again. “I want you to enjoy my touch. Let yourself have this.”
Jagged breath rushed in and out of her lungs as she watched him lower his mouth to her sex. One soft lick across her hungry flesh and her body collapsed into the pillows, her voice crying out in pleasure.
He teased and kissed, weaving sensations until she could hardly breathe. His soft lips woke hidden nerves as his fingers tunneled deeper, exploring her secrets but never causing her pain. Every touch, a purposeful caress, as he focused on one goal—bringing her pleasure.
His attention tightened until only she existed in his world and as all obstacles faded away, she had nowhere left to hide. Exposed, discovered, and cornered, he commanded her body to do things even she lacked the power to perform.
The physical sensations had built like a wave bound to crest, but the emotional tsunami growing inside of her shook her most. The intimacy of his touch, the completeness of his knowledge he would now have of her body, she no longer belonged to only herself.
Tears gathered in her eyes as he drove her soul into sweet ecstasy. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably and as her voice cried out, the waves crashed over her, washing away all the horror that had existed before.
Stars burst behind her eyes as heat and passion collided into a new heaven. As the tremors subsided and she fluttered back to Earth, certain her soul was forever changed, and she would never be the same. Whether there would be joy or pain, the old her was gone, and for that, she started to cry.
Eleazar kissed her and pulled her into his arms. He rocked her as she wept, consoling her for things she couldn’t understand but also telling her how beautiful she was. He held her tightly to his chest and smoothed her hair away from her face, placing gentle kisses upon her temple.
“Let it out, my lovely Larissa. You no longer need to hold it inside. I’ll carry it for you. Let it out.”
His caring words and gestures only made her cry more. She was not programmed for such kindness.
“I don’t know why I’m crying,” she confessed, curling deeper into the shelter of his chest.
“The reasons don’t matter, sweet Larissa. Accept it. I’m a part of you. Hide nothing and embrace all that we are—perfect, exactly as God made us.”
The weight of his words and affection crushed her in ways that left her open and afraid but also curious and tender. Should she trust his intentions, she would leave herself completely at his mercy. He would have the power to destroy her more viciously than any soul on this Earth.