I follow his direction, and a sudden surge of pleasure swells within me.
His arm snakes around my waist to steady me as our horse continues its leisurely pace.
“Keep going,” he says, his voice a seductive blend of authority and encouragement.
Blazing heat pools in my lower belly as I continue the circular motions. My breath snags in my throat as the pleasure climbs higher and higher, threatening to spill over.
I can no longer smell the wildflowers on the breeze or hear the bird song in the trees. It’s all drowned out by the throb of my heartbeat and the steady rhythm of my own exploration.
“Squeeze your thighs together,” he says, his voice low and husky against my ear.
Obediently, I do as I’m told. The new pressure is intense—too intense—but the ache it stirs is intoxicating.
“Keep going,” he encourages.
I slip my hand back between my legs and move in time with the sway of the horse.
“Squeeze again,” he says, and I do, feeling a rush of pleasure so fierce it makes me whimper.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
It’s terrifying and liberating all at once.
The wind blows across my face, and the sounds return as we continue to ride. But even the peaceful sound of the rustling grass and distant birdsong can’t distract me from the growing heat within me.
My hand moves faster now, driven by an urgency I can’t ignore.
“That’s it,” he says. “Just like that.”
A gasp spills from my lips as a final wave of pleasure washes over me, so intense it steals the air from my lungs.
I slump against him, my hand falling limply from between my legs. The hotness in me slowly cools to a simmer, replaced by a pleasant weightlessness that leaves me feeling...liberated.
“I... I can’t believe...” My voice trails off as I struggle to gather my thoughts.
“It’s important to understand what brings you pleasure,” he says.
I nod, not trusting my voice. His words swirl around in my head, creating a dizzying sensation that has nothing to do with the aftermath of what I’ve just experienced.
With a steady grip on the reins, he guides the horse along the path once again. The terrain shifts underfoot, and we pass by a massive boulder that stands tall against the passing clouds. Jasce steers the horse around it, the animal’s hooves crunching against the dirt and sending small rocks scattering in its wake.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stammer out.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I…you…” Frustration boils within me as I struggle to string together even the simplest of sentences.
“You do not need to apologize. This was for you.”
The wind picks up around us, whispering secrets and caressing my exposed skin as Jasce pulls Vesper to a stop. He dismounts, then helps me from the mare’s back.
“What are we doing?” I ask as I smooth my surcoat and glance around.
“You asked to see my magic.” He ties the mare’s rein to one of the only trees in the clearing, the leather creaking softly as he secures the knot. Then, he turns to face me. “You might want to step back.”
My heart thrums in my ears as I obey him, taking several steps backward and internally bracing myself for whatever he’s willing to show me.
ChapterTwenty-Four
