As he predicted, the feeling of his scar reoriented and grounded Yelena to the here and now. Will undressing her. Will being the one sliding to his knees. Yelena stepped out of the trappings of jeans and underwear when prompted, freeing her lower half from its confines.
When he continued to move downward with lips, tongue, and teeth, Yelena caught on to his intentions. Will was about to offer her a gift that she’s never been treated to before. Yelena Belova was far from being a virgin. Yet female pleasure had never been the focus of her past encounters.
She egged him out with little whimpering moans. Her hands were back in his hair. A softer stroking hold this time. Encouragement and steadiness.
“Will…” she whispered, a soft sigh of pleasure as she parted her thighs further to his ministrations. Her eyelids threatened to flutter shut, an automatic response, but Yelena forced herself to keep them open. She had her vision this time. She wanted the visual reminder of who was doing this to her.