**Chapter 8: Intimate Confessions**

The warmth in Jesus's eyes made Maya feel like she was melting into his gaze, as if the entire world had come to a standstill. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "I feel like I can see you, Maya," he said, his voice low and husky. "Like I can finally see the real you, beneath all the layers." Maya's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze. No one had ever looked at her like that before, like they truly saw her. She felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her, but it was accompanied by a thrill of excitement. Jesus's room was a cozy space, with a large bed and a comfortable-looking armchair in the corner. The walls were adorned with bookshelves, and the air was thick with the scent of old books and something else, something masculine and alluring. Without a word, Jesus took Maya's hand and led her to the bed. They sat down together, facing each other, and Maya felt a jolt of electricity as their knees touched. Jesus's eyes locked onto hers, and he reached out to brush her hair back again, his fingers grazing her skin. Maya's breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. It was a gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down her spine. She deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with his, and Jesus groaned, his arms wrapping around her. As they broke apart for air, Jesus smiled, his eyes sparkling with desire. "I want you," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to taste you, to touch you, to be inside you." Maya's heart was racing, but she nodded, her body responding to his words. Jesus stood up, pulling her to her feet, and led her to the bed. He pushed her gently onto the mattress, his eyes locked onto hers, and then he was on his knees, his mouth between her legs. Maya gasped, her body arching into his touch. He licked her, his tongue exploring her, and she felt a rush of pleasure. She thrust into his mouth, her hips moving of their own accord, and Jesus groaned, his hands holding her steady. As he ate her out, Maya felt a sense of release building inside her. She was on the edge of orgasm when Jesus stood up, his eyes locked onto hers. "I want to give you more," he said, his voice husky. He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a dildo, and Maya's eyes widened in surprise. But Jesus just smiled, his eyes sparkling with desire. "I want to make you happy," he said, and then he was inside her, the dildo filling her, stretching her. Maya gasped, her body adjusting to the sensation. Jesus moved in and out of her, his eyes locked onto hers, and she felt a rush of pleasure. She was on the edge again, and then Jesus pulled out, his eyes never leaving hers. In one smooth motion, he was inside her, his body wrapped around hers. Maya felt a rush of pleasure, her body responding to his, and then they were moving together, their bodies entwined. It was like nothing Maya had ever experienced before. She felt seen, and heard, and understood, and it was the most erotic thing of all. As they moved together, Maya felt a sense of release building inside her, and then she was climaxing, her body wrapped around Jesus's. He followed her over the edge, his body shuddering with pleasure, and then they were lying together, wrapped in each other's arms. Maya felt a sense of peace wash over her, like she had finally found a place where she belonged. As they caught their breath, Jesus looked down at her, his eyes filled with warmth. "I see you," he said again, his voice low and husky. "I see the real you, and I love what I see." Maya smiled, her heart full. For the first time in her life, she felt like she was home.