She dropped down to her knees. When she looked at what lay before her eyes, she knew he’d spoken the truth. The witch had been there to help him with his problem. She now also understood why he hadn’t wanted to have sex with her. Even though he could have quite … impressively.
Her gaze fell onto his cock. Proud and erect, it curved slightly upwards, eight inches of hard maleness, perfect and flawless. Its head was almost purple; just further evidence that it was pumped full with blood. Maya reached out and slid her hand along the underside, caressing the velvety skin.
A hiss left Gabriel’s lips.
“I won’t hurt you,” she whispered.
“That’s not what I’m worried about right now. Haven’t you seen enough? Can I get dressed now?”
Maya let a smile curve her lips. “Shh. I’m just examining you, and if you stop me, I will have to shut you up. And I’ll let you imagine how I’m going to accomplish that.” She gave his cock a firm squeeze, making a fist around his hard length. She was sure he could figure out her meaning.
Now that she knew how to control him, she moved her gaze to the area about one inch above the root of his cock. “Don’t move.” She let go of his cock.
The mass of flesh attached to his pelvis just at the edge of his thick thatch of black pubic hair looked red and angry. At first sight, it looked like an oversized mole – a five-inch-long one. Maya estimated the diameter of it to be about one-and-a-half inches. Those-one-and-a-half inches were attached to Gabriel’s lower belly, just the way his cock was.
No wonder he was afraid of rejection: she’d had patients who’d worried about a lot less than what he was dealing with. She’d treated a man who’d had a peanut-size wart on his penis—and the thought of a woman looking at him naked had shaken him so much, he’d started suffering from erectile dysfunction. It had taken him months and the professional help of a psychiatrist to find his confidence again. She could only imagine how this deformity affected Gabriel. Her heart was aching for him.
“I’m going to touch it.”
“Maya, please. You don’t have to do that. It’s—”
But Maya’s fingers were already connecting with the fleshy mass. Then she flinched. Had it moved on its own? “I said don’t move.”
“I didn’t.”
She stared back at the protrusion and ran her fingers along it. The skin appeared wrinkled with folds upon folds, but it also felt smooth and soft. In fact, the texture was similar to that of his cock, except his cock was still fully erect and therefore not wrinkled.
“Does it ever change shape?” she asked him and looked up.
Gabriel’s eyes were open, watching her during her examination. “No. Only, it’s …”
She waited, but he looked away. “It’s what?”
“It’s grown in the last week. It’s getting bigger. Even now it looks bigger than two nights ago.” Their gazes collided.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded.
“Do you know what’s causing it to grow? Have you done anything different in the last week? Anything?”
He shook his head. “No. There’s nothing different in my life. I wake up, I feed, I work, I sleep. That’s all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, everything is as always, except that you’re here, and you’re feeding from me.”
Maya swallowed. Now that he’d reminded her, she felt her hunger push to the forefront again. “Do you think the change could have something to do with me drinking your blood?”
She sensed him shrug, but didn’t take her eyes off his groin. Something about the growth felt odd. But she couldn’t put her finger on it.
“I’m not sure, but the first time I noticed that it had grown was after you fed from me the first time. You remember, in the study?”
Of course she remembered. How could she forget the way he’d kissed her and pressed himself against her? “Did you also have an erection at the same time?”
She looked up at him and saw a shy smile play around his mouth. “Maya, I have a hard-on whenever I’m around you.”
She tried not to feel too happy about his statement, but couldn’t avoid it. What woman didn’t want to have that kind of effect on the man she wanted? “Maybe it has something to do with you being aroused.”
“No. When I was with other women, it never happened.” He stared at her as if he’d said something wrong. “Long before I met you. I haven’t been with anybody in a long time. And I wouldn’t look at anybody else but you,” he scrambled to add.