Fixation by Inara LaVey Page B

knew you were awake,” he murmured, fingers never stopping their movement against me.
    “How did you ... know?” I squirmed as he played with my clitoris, flicking it lightly with one finger, like a butterfly kiss.
    “Your”—he licked my ear—”breathing and your heartbeat. One was too regular and the other”—he rolled over onto his back, taking me with him, his free hand cupping my breast through my shirt—”far too rapid for sleep.” The rough skin of his palm caressed my nipple, rubbing against it until it stiffened into a hard little peak.
    I knew there were a dozen good reasons I should object, tell him to stop, but I couldn’t articulate one of them. When I opened my mouth, all that came out was a moan of desire as first one, then two of his fingers slipped inside me, finding and pressing my g-spot as his thumb continued to stroke my clitoris.
    My hips rose and fell against his hand, matching his rhythm, my breath coming faster as he slowly kissed my neck, teeth, and tongue working together to send me into sensory overload. It was almost too much, but as I tried briefly to pull away, Balam’s arms tightened around me like bands of velvet wrapped steel, holding me in place.
    “No, little Maya,” he whispered against my ear. “I let you go last night. I do not have enough will power to do so again.”
    With that, he pressed his fingers deeper and a sudden sharp orgasm jolted through my body. Even as I cried out with the strength of it, Balam rolled over, pressing me beneath him, the hard length of his penis replacing his fingers inside me. Another surge of sensation rippled from my sex through my body as another orgasm hit. Balam captured my cry of ecstasy with his lips as he kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth even as his cock thrust into my body.
    Sex with Jesse had been okay. Nothing earth-shattering, but okay. But things had always been slightly awkward, our bodies not quite meshing. I’d always felt vaguely unsatisfied after sleeping with him.
    But with Balam, it was as if we were built for each other. Our bodies fit together like matching puzzle pieces. Self-consciousness went out the window and I gave myself up completely to the sensations he evoked, my body in complete harmony with his as the long, hard length of him filled me again and again.
    I opened my mind, dropping the shields that normally surrounded it, and reached out with my psyche into his, feeling the passion Balam felt for me. I felt his need, his arousal, and his focus, all for and because of me. His entire being was fixated on me. At that moment I was quite literally the center of his universe.
    His hands entwined with mine on either side of my head. His eyes stared into mine, golden flecks glowing with supernatural light.
    My mind and body opened up even further, melding with Balam’s so that when his climax hit, my body felt what his did, shudders of pleasure wracking both of us in tandem. We melted into one another as if we shared a single body. The intimacy shook me to my very core. Nothing I’d experienced in the past, even with my enhanced psychic abilities, had prepared me for this—this mind meld.
    “Maya,” he groaned as a final ripple of orgasm shook his body. He sank against me, hands loosening their grasp from mine so I could wrap my arms around him and run my fingers down the sweat-soaked skin of his back and buttocks.
    He pushed himself onto his forearms, staring down at me. “Maya,” he said again, voice and expression intensely serious. “You are mine.”
    I ran my fingernails down the back of his upper thighs, taking pleasure in the hiss of desire this elicited.
    “Don’t I get any say in this?” My voice was teasing,
    “No.” His voice was not.
    “What about ... whatever her name is?” I knew it was Anani, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it, both because I was jealous of the way he’d described her and because part of me was afraid if I said her name it would somehow conjure her