Book Four: Chapter 8

A tiny groan escaped his lips when the hands finally found the base of his cock and began stroking him with slow, deliberate pressure. The touch was confident, knowing exactly where to grip and how firmly. The stroking stopped just as his body started to lean into it, leaving him aching for more. Then fingers circled his shaft, squeezing while sliding upward in a steady glide, disappearing only once they reached the swollen head. The sudden absence made him shudder, his hips twitching as a soft, helpless moan spilled into the thick, hot towel covering his face.

“More,” he mumbled into the fabric, the word barely intelligible, heavy with need.

“Oh, I’ll give you more,” Naia replied smoothly, her voice warm and amused, clearly enjoying how responsive he was.

Her hands stayed planted on his head, fingers splayed possessively in his hair, but the sensation on his