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MARIA 
Her head was spinning. 
Her heart was beating a fast rhythm and her body was burning up. She felt so hot, she wondered how the water running down her body wasn't producing steam on contact. 
And, gods, she was so horny she couldn't think straight. She felt like she was going out of her mind with lust and the longer Bran watched her with those hot green eyes filled with the promise of every filthy thing he wanted to do to her, the hotter she burned. 
She felt like she was going to combust from how horny she was. And if her captor was not going to do anything about it—if he was just going to sit over there and watch her—then she was going to get herself off and if he wanted front row seats to the show, then he was free to get them. 
Who was she to say no anyway? 
Especially when it was so obvious that he wanted it even though he would probably cut his arm off than admit that he wanted to watch her touch herself. 
The water sliding down her body, Maria followed the path of the water with her right hand. Her left hand moved to her breasts and cupped them, the weight of them heavy in her palm. She would very much prefer it if her hand was replaced by his hand—or his mouth—but since she couldn't have that right now, she would have to settle for her own hands. 
From the distance, she could see her captor's lips part as he watched her, his hands dropping on either sides of him. She suspected he did that because he didn't want to reach out to her and the thought caused a moan to slip out of her lips. 
It was low and long and from the distance, he shouldn't have been able to hear her, but he did because of his vampire hearing and when he did, his eyes flashed with hunger. 
When her hand brushed her pussy lips, he leaned forward and she heard a sharp crack. She almost whimpered when she realised that it was the rock splintering underneath his fingers. 
Was the pull to come to her so strong that he fought it down with equally strong force? Was it so strong that a rock cracked under his hands?
Maria was more turned on than ever and that was probably why she was not thinking twice about doing something like this. She was not an exhibitionist or a voyeur by any means, so she was quite puzzled as to why she wasn't hesitant about doing something like this. 
Touching herself in front of a man was something Maria had never done before. She might act all experienced and bold generally, but when it came to things like this, she was a lot less experienced than people usually thought. She didn't have confidence issues or whatever, but making herself come in front of a man was another level of confidence and Maria would have never guessed that she had gotten to that point. 
Especially with a man she considered her captor. A man she didn't even know his name. 
Yet this didn't deter her. She was too horny to care. She was too far gone to stop now.
Besides if he really didn't want to watch, he would have turned away by now, but he hadn't. That told her enough. 
She broke eye contact with him, her head falling back on a moan as her hand brushed her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut as pleasure thrummed through her, lighting her up and making her nerve endings go haywire. 
Making herself come had never been this exhilarating for her. It had always been mid at most. But right now, she felt like every brush of her finger on her clit sent fireworks shooting out of her. And she knew that it was all because he was watching her. 
Having his eyes on her was a heady, intoxicating feeling and if she had a say in it, she would demand that he always looked at her, just so that she would continue to feel this way.