Page 168 of First Ritual

I gripped his arm around my waist like a lifeline, but there was no way he’d let me slide to the ground.

He dipped. Once. Twice.

“Wild!”

“There it is,” he breathed.

Inside me, he crooked his finger, and I cried out. Trembles wracked my frame, and tears squeezed from my eyes. I sobbed, and Wild spun me in his arms.

“Please hurry,” I said. The need was crippling.

I had to get relief.

Crowding me from one side, he hooked his arm under one of my knees, supporting my body weight. He slid his hand across my stomach and down to my entrance to insert two of those musician’s fingers deep inside.

He moved in and out, working the front wall from within in a way that was sure to make me detonate. Then again, had I ever truly detonated with anyone but Wild?

“Ready?” he asked in a harsh, ragged voice.

I could only reply with a silent, pleading gaze.

Wild erupted into a blurry pace, driving his crooked fingers into me again and again. My cry was one long scream of urgency.

Then certainty wrapped around me. A certainty I was beginning to become addicted to. It took hold, draining away awareness of everything else. Everything good. Everything bad.

I relinquished it all. There was no option to do otherwise.

And that force discarded my everything, saving only a tiny morsel to throw back into my body. The morsel became that pinprick of ecstasy.

That swelled. That propelled me into bliss where it obliterated me and swallowed me whole.

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I came to sprawled on Wild’s chest where he lay on the ground. My shoulders still heaved with catching my breath. Sweat soaked my hair.

“Did I black out?” That had never happened before.

“I think so.” Tension edged his voice. “Can you stand?”

My body felt so weak. “I don’t know.”

“Try.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “Are you okay?”

“I need you to get out of here.”

His jaw was clenched so hard, I was surprised his teeth weren’t shattering.

I slid off him to the grass-covered ground between the towering sunflowers. “Tell me.”

“Tempest, listen to me. I need you to go now.”

I’d never seen him more serious. “Only if you’re not in danger, and not hurt.”

Wild laughed shortly. “I’m in no more danger than I have been.”

“What does that mean?’

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