Page 117 of Blood that Burns
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
LAW
“Oh shit,” Maggie moans as my tongue slides up her center, circling at her clit.
I love how reactive she is. How wet she gets.
It only drives me on, making me damn near starving for her.
Slipping one, then two fingers inside of her, I relish the way her walls tighten around them and her mewls intensify. This woman is my very own fantasy come to life. It’s addicting and I’m hooked on the feeling.
The need to be inside of her again is intense, but not now. This isn’t about my needs.
“Law,” she cries out, as my fingers pump in and out of her.
“Just let go, sunshine.”
My fingers push in so deep and so fast that she’s coming undone within a matter of seconds.
Her back arches, and a moan bursts from her as she comes all over my hand.
Fucking. Beautiful.
I collapse next to Maggie, pulling her in to my side while she works to get her breathing under control. The aftereffects of her orgasm still spasm through her.
“That... was... insane,” she murmurs.
I will never get enough of that.
I can feel the lazy grin spread across my face.
“Is that so?” I ask, giving away the fact that I was once again prying into her thoughts.
Her hand smacks against my chest, drawing a grunt from me.
“You need to teach me how to block you. Now,” she orders.
“Now? Can’t we just lie here for a bit?” I sound like a whiny fucking child, but the last thing I want to do right now is teach her how to block me out.
She turns toward me. “It’s important, Law. I’ll be with Reese tonight, and I’m not sure I can trust her. I certainly don’t want her prying into my mind.”
Fuck. I hadn’t even thought about that.
I blow out a harsh breath and sit up, pulling her with me.
“Here, sit between my legs.”
I position her so that her back is against my chest. She’ll need to concentrate, and if she’s staring at me, I can’t be held responsible for ditching this whole training and fucking her again.
“Take a few deep breaths and close your eyes,” I instruct. “Tell me when you’re zoned.”
She nods her head, confirming she’s doing as she was told.
“Okay. I’m ready,” she whispers.
“Good. Now, imagine sliding a door in front of you.”
“How the hell do I do that?”