Wolf Moon - A HOT and steamy PNR Paranormal Romance

Wolf Moon - Chapter 5

With no idea what was being implied by this statement, Grace chanced a quick glance towards him, only to discover Benedict smiling gently back. And having locked gazes, she found it absolutely impossible to stop staring into those beautiful amber eyes of his.

'What do you need then?'

'I'm sorry?'

'In bed. What do you need? Oh, you don't even know yourself?' Benedict answered on Grace's behalf, as she began to stutter in response.

'You're correct. I'm not sure,' she admitted bravely. The truth of the matter was, how could she fully know what she needed, when she hadn't sampled a very large range. Her ex's had largely been missionary men; indeed, Ethan suggesting they screw in his car tonight marked the height of her sexual explorations.

'A basic set of questions then?' offered Benedict. 'Which is more important; the physical act or an emotional connection?'

Immediately, Grace's thoughts drifted back to Ethan's car. How her body had been used solely for his enjoyment, without her own requirements being considered. The way he'd apparently cared nothing for her in his moment of lust.

'The latter,' she admitted, starting to feel quite dizzy from the intensity of staring into Benedict's eyes.

'Yes or no,' he continued without mercy. Kissing?'

'Yes,' she sighed, without a pause.

'Teasing?'

'Yes.' The tiniest groan escaped Grace's throat when she responded this time. She could only hope Benedict didn't pick up on it. He didn't comment, instead looking even more thoughtfully at her.

'Kink?'

'I'm not sure what you mean by that,' Grace admitted, her dark brown eyes narrowing.

'Are you not? What a tragedy,' he smirked. 'Then let me be more specific... Blindfolds? Restraints?' he listed, carefully monitoring Grace's reaction each time, instantly picking up on her increased rate of breathing.

'The sensation of feeling trapped and helpless...knowing that your partner can do anything they wish to you?'

'Fuck,' muttered Grace, under her breath. But Benedict was relentless.

'The dichotomy of pleasure versus pain?'

It was undoubtedly a slow seduction, using only his words, but by God it was working! Grace had no doubt how wet she was becoming as all the blood and heat rushed down her body, away from her normally very sensible mind. With her emotions feeling utterly adrift, she'd returned to breathing so fast that she was almost hyperventilating again. But unlike earlier in the evening, confronted by those four men, when fear had been primarily responsible for her reaction, this time, the cause was due to a totally different reason.

'Interesting,' observed Benedict at length.

'What's interesting?' she managed to croak.

'You are highly amenable to the first three options I listed, but display a very negative response to the thought of the latter. The idea of experiencing pain in any form does not set your imagination alight, as the rest of the options I gave you do. Quite the reverse, in fact. You consider pain a major turn off.'

'How can you possibly know...?' demanded an astonished Grace, objecting to his apparent ability to read her mind.

'It's a gift. People tend to open up to me.'