Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
My heart is pounding. She’s right. It’s the most obvious thing in the world that I’ve fallen for her, so why hasn’t my curse done anything to her yet?
Unless…what if…
A new idea forms, steeling itself in my mind. A realization that should have dawned ages ago—one so unpleasant that it takes me a moment to breathe again once my world stops adjusting on its axis.
If what I suspect is true…
Fuck, I should’ve known.
I don’t say anything because there’s no fucking way that I’m going to let them ruin this moment when Maven is looking up at me with the beautiful kaleidoscope of dark colors that make up her irises.
Instead of saying something, I finally pull her closer to close the gap between our bodies. Her perfect warmth soothes the cold shards of hurt that started spiraling inside me with my realization.
I feel like I’m in some torturously tempting dream with this gorgeous woman looking up at me with dark, playful eyes. I want this so fucking badly, but what if I say or do the wrong thing and wake up in a cold sweat with a raging hard-on to realize this fantasy was nothing but a dream?
I can’t mess this up.
“I don’t—I mean, if you…the massage might make me, um…”
Damn it. I’m already messing it up.
Maven fights a laugh, her eyes glittering like she’s genuinely enjoying watching my struggle. Knowing her, she probably is.
“You’re adorable when you’re nervous.”
I blow out a breath, covering my face. “I’ve never been this fucking nervous before. It’s just that massaging you will make me even more…” I trail off, realizing how that would sound.
“Horny?”
“I don’t expect this to lead to anything,” I say quickly, adjusting my collar twice. My brain doesn’t want to function with this beautiful woman against me. “I promise that’s not why I got the oil. I just think it would be good for?—“
“Everett. You’re overthinking it. Follow me.”
EVERETT
My brain shuts off when Maven strips off her sweatshirt, leaving her in nothing but those tantalizing panties.
Arati save me.
On second thought, no. I absolutely do not want to be saved from this.
The fire crackles beside the layers of thick, soft blankets as Maven lays facedown. She set up this spot for me to massage her, and now she’s waiting.
For my hands on her.
Holy gods, I’m about to massage my keeper.
Focus. This is about making her feel good. Keep it wholesome, and don’t fuck it up, horndog.
I can barely think as I kneel beside her and briefly hold my hands closer to the fire to warm them. She said she found my touch refreshing, but I’m still worried my natural temperature will be unpleasant during a massage.
I pour some of the oil into my hands, rubbing them together. I try to get my head out of the gutter as I gently but firmly begin massaging Maven’s shoulders and upper back. At first, her entire body tenses, and I pause.
“I can warm up my hands more?—“
“Don’t. It’s just…I’m not used to touch like this.”
Godsdamn me, I didn’t even think about her lingering phobia of touch. She’s seemed fine—happy, even—with the quintet’s casual touching, but this is definitely…touchier.
“Maybe this was a bad idea,” I backpedal.
She props up on one elbow, turning on her side to give me an arched brow look. “I didn’t say stop. I’m just adjusting. Hello? Everett?”
Shit. I was staring again.
But how the hell am I supposed to stop when she’s posed lying on her side like this and looks like every filthy dream I’ve ever had?
I clear my throat, nodding. “Okay. But if it starts to bug you, let me know immediately.”
Maven lays back down, and I get started again. I learned a thing or two about massage during my time as a model, but holy fuck, this is hard to do when all the blood in my body has rushed south so fast that I’m lightheaded.
Her skin is just so warm. The curve of her spine, the globes of her gorgeous ass, those legs…
When I press more firmly to work out what I think is a knot near her shoulder blades, she moans softly in pained pleasure.
Holy gods, it’s like she’s fucking trying to kill me. I pause to try to get a grip, swallowing hard.
“I want to massage all of you. If that’s okay.”
Maven nods, exhaling contentedly.
I move on to her legs and arms, unsurprised by all the toned muscles that need to be soothed. After all, she’s trained this body to be a fucking weapon. I hate to think about what my keeper has gone through, but it’s pure bliss when she moans again as I move back to rub her lower back.
Trying not to overthink again, I let my hands glide over her ass, massaging as methodically as possible. But when Maven’s breathing picks up, and she squirms, I know she’s as affected as I am.
“Turn over,” I whisper hoarsely.
She does, and the luxurious heat in her gaze as she lies ready for me to pamper makes my already-hard dick twitch. It’s uncomfortably stiff in my pants, but I’m not about to let the damn thing out. This is about making Maven feel good, and if I start removing clothes, she’ll think I expect more.
I add more oil and gently massage Maven’s feet, calves, and thighs. My desperate, frayed hunger is starting to get the best of me—so before I get any closer to her panties, I reach for one of her arms again instead.
But before I can do anything, Maven sits up, cups my chin, and kisses me.
I’m immediately on my knees, straddling her as I kiss her back. Her lips are fucking divine. She pulls back to peer at me, her gaze fierce with want, just like mine.
“Strip,” she murmurs. “So I can return the favor.”
I kiss down her jaw and neck, pressing her shoulder so she lays back again instead of sitting up. “Some other time. I’m enjoying how much you enjoy this way too much.”
“Strip,” she repeats, pulling me down with her to continue teasing and biting my lips.
I quickly get my clothes the fuck off, not disrupting our kiss as I throw it all aside and free my raging erection. She wants me naked? I’ll be naked. I’ll be whatever the hell she wants as long as she never stops kissing me.
Her body arches against mine, her thigh brushing against my hard cock, making me lightheaded. I break away to let her catch her breath while I kiss lower and lower—her neck, between her tits so I can feel her scar against my lips, down her stomach until
I can move aside her panties to finally slip my tongue between her thighs.
Oh, fuck. She’s so wet and warm and completely fucking irresistible.
I immediately slip a finger into her, reveling in how she feels. When I curl my finger and continue lapping at her pussy, Maven gasps, her fingers tugging at my hair.
I need more of that. The tugging, the sounds she’s making—I need it. So I continue to lick and pinch and tease, taking my time to learn what exactly makes Maven pant, what makes her moan, and what makes her tug even harder on my hair.
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