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  That's when one of Fire's hands finally moves between my legs, where I can feel the heat gathering, pooling as my excitement grows. His fingers slide through my folds, exploring, touching every inch of me gently, my own slickness helping him glide across. Well—touching almost every inch. There's one in particular that he stays away from, much to my frustration. He deliberately teases me, rubbing on either side of my clit, smoothing his hand just above, teasing my entrance with a fingertip below. He never quite touches me there directly, where I'm throbbing with the need to be caressed.

  I moan as Royal strokes my face lightly, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His low, husky voice sends shivers down my spine, his hot breath sending goosebumps down my neck. I can't understand a word of what he's saying. But it's still fucking sexy. The tone, the desire in it, the thread of demand. Yeah. I don't know what he's saying, but I really wish I did.

  I open my eyes slightly as they continue to tease me, feeling almost drugged by the sensations overtaking my body. They lap at me as gently as the water around us, just as all-encompassing.

  My eyes move to Fire’s intense gaze as he steps back. Watching. His abs are clenched, his muscles standing out, every strong inch of his torso on display, wet with water. My eyes slowly slide down his body, the muscles there rippling as he moves his arm rhythmically. That's when I notice his hands are now under the water. I can't quite see them from this angle. But there's no mistaking the jerking motion of his forearm. He can only be doing one thing.

  Another bolt of arousal shivers through my body at the realization. I lick my lips as I raise my eyes back to his, scanning all that smooth skin, wishing I could see his hand wrapped around his erection too. See how he likes it. How hard he's squeezing his cock. When I reach his face, he's still watching me as he touches himself, his eyes mesmerizing in their lust. I can't look away from the heat there, from the driving need that I can sympathize with.

  Even as Danger's hands drive me right to the edge and no further. Coming so close to where I want him to touch me. I can't take it anymore. I can't.

  "Please," I murmur, trying to move my hips towards his clever fingers, trying to get them where I want them. I know he can't understand my words, but I know he can understand my body, how it's moving against him, and the fact that I'm now unashamedly begging for what I want. For what I need. There's no room for shame, not with the way I need it.

  "Please," I moan again, my nails digging into the back of his neck, into his shoulder, skating the gorgeous, sharp edge of oblivion.

  Please.

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