Page 38 of Body Tox

Gripping his cock in my hand, flashing my teeth and running my tongue over the pointy little canines I had since childhood.

“If you put your mouth on me, Little Wraith,” he warned. “I will fucking drown you.”

I swallowed, a bit nervous at the size of him. His threat…well, it was a possible truth, very possible. But I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t choke me to death if I tried.

“Fine.” I shrugged. “I didn’t want you in my mouth anyway.”

He knocked his knee up, and I flew forward, landing on his chest and right in his face.

I saw his intense gaze, felt his heavy breathing, and the hardness of his pulse on my stomach.

“Touching me is a privilege you haven’t earned, baby.”

I couldn’t explain why that pissed me off so much. I didn’t even want to touch him, so why were my hands itching to do just that? More torture—I was itching to use my hands to cause pain, not pleasure. But then…maybe feeling pain did create pleasure for him.

What the hell would this man find terrifying?

He returned to his lazy smile, enjoying the fact that he had shaken me.

“Let’s get this over with. I need a good nap. Are you going for nails now? We’re in a church, after all.”

He wiggled his fingers, the metal around his wrists tinkling on the granite slab. I glared at him, my anger rising because he was enjoying this. I looked at my nails and fingers, and my smile became one of pure evil.

“Well,” I said, rising up in feigned surrender with my hands above my chest. “I guess you win, Asher Ballard.”

“Glad you see it my way, Little Wraith,” he said. “But why are you showcasing that beautiful smile of yours?”

I couldn’t stop, and his words split my face into that grin.

“You don’t respond to pain. Hell, I am pretty sure you would try to teach me how to hurt you. So, I am not going to.”

The hesitation in his words made me laugh out loud.

“What are you…?”

I cracked my knuckles and laid back down on the delicious fucking man. If I were being honest with myself, this would feel amazing for me, too.

“Little Wraith…” he warned, staring at me cautiously.

“Yes, Pretty Boy?” I said sweetly, pulling myself more and more onto his body, his cock so deliciously poised and standing tall for me.

I slipped my mouth over the head, my lips enveloping the softness. His body jerked under me and relaxed into the stone as my tongue explored. He tasted good.

Damn…

“My Little Wraith,” he rasped breathlessly. “Fuuuck…you can’t…don’t…” His words were moans of denial, but his body was a pool of warmth, and precome filled my mouth. I tried to hold in my moans but finally got a grip on what I was trying to accomplish.

Bringing my hand down, I groped his balls, my tongue ring sliding around the rim as my mouth twisted up and down his shaft. To think I wanted to maul this tasty skin. Ugh never.

“Echo.” He panted, craning his neck off the slab to look at me. “You are horrible at torturing someone.”

I laughed around his dick, my mouth vibrating his member, and he gasped, his insult cut off with a whimper that made his toes curl.

“Who says this isn’t torture?” I said, licking up and down the pulsing veins.

He raised his eyebrow, and I took the confused moment to strike, sliding my hand under his balls and pushing my finger deep into his ass.

Ijerked to a halt.

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