Whisper Destiny

Chapter 68

~ Natasha ~

From the corner of my eye, I sense Catherine watching me, her gaze so intense it feels like a caress. It's a look that lingers, pressing against my skin, stirring a thousand memories from just beneath the surface. Instantly, I'm flooded with the sensations I can barely keep at bay. I can still feel her touches, her fingers trailing over my skin, the way her lips mapped every curve of my body with a precision that felt as if she knew me better than I knew myself. Just the thought sends a shiver through me.

I take a long, steadying sip of wine, hoping the warmth will bring me back to solid ground, but it only reminds me of her warmth, of nights where every whisper, every movement was a language spoken just for us. My voice emerges, soft and low. "I like it... when... you do those things... you know what I mean," I say, deliberately phrasing it as an answer and not a question. I know better than to leave any opening. This is Catherine Ortiz I'm dealing with, and I don't intend to lose any more opportunities tonight. Not when I have my own reasons, my own questions waiting to be answered.

She arches an eyebrow, her smirk deepening as she sets her glass down with maddening composure. "Oh, I'm afraid I don't quite follow," she says, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Elaborate, darling. And don't think I didn't notice that you're sidestepping the question. I asked for specifics."

Her words come out with a devilish confidence, as if she's enjoying this small power play. She leans in, swirling the wine in her glass, her eyes sparkling with both challenge and mischief, daring me to dive deeper.

I let out a grunt, and Catherine's laughter spills out in response—light, unrestrained, and free. In this moment, she looks so carefree, so breathtakingly beautiful, like all her usual restraint has melted away. I find myself savoring this side of her, the one that feels untamed and real. I love this version of Catherine Ortiz.

I'm still struggling to give her an answer. It's hard, not because our sex isn't good—it's hard because it's so good that every moment with her feels unforgettable, every orgasm that I had feels like the first time, every time.

Taking a deep breath, I finally muster my response. "I like it when... when you're in between my legs, locking eyes with me when you... you know." I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, and I know I must be blushing furiously. Before Catherine can jump in, I press forward, words tumbling out before I lose my nerve. "But... that's just part of it. What I really like most is when you leave me hanging, right when I'm so close. And then..."

I can see her leaning in, her gaze sharp and expectant, waiting for my next words.

"And then you hover over me, taking my nipple in your mouth as you push me right to the edge. Then... you make me come with your fingers, looking straight into my eyes." I can't bear to meet her gaze now, so I lift my glass, taking another sip of wine to steady myself.

A smirk curls at the corners of her mouth, her voice breaking the charged silence between us. "Well, I'm flattered..."

Those two words hit me like a revelation, making me realize that my answer wasn't general at all—I'd made it entirely, intensely about her and not other person. Suddenly, it dawns on me. Tonight... tonight is going to be a long night.

"My turn..." I say, hoping to steer the conversation onto safer ground.

But Catherine just shakes her head, drawing out a long, teasing "Nah..." Her smirk is maddening, brimming with a confidence that makes me both irritated and captivated all at once. "It's still my turn," she says, eyes sparkling with mischief. In this moment, I almost hate her—almost.

"Go ahead, then..." I mutter, rolling my eyes, trying to keep my composure, though I know she sees right through it.

She leans in slightly, gaze sharpening with a seriousness. "I know your life was chosen for you, being the successor to Grayson Industries and all, but if you weren't Natasha Grayson," she begins, her voice softer, almost thoughtful. "What would you want to be?"