Page 140 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

My breath catches, heat blooming through me in waves, pooling low, deep in my stomach, making me ache.

“Two,” Gabe murmurs.

I bite my lip. Moan in desperation.

God help me.

I like this.

The next strike comes quicker, a sharp snap of contact, the sting immediately melting into warmth, into anticipation, and into a desperate need for more.

Hank chuckles again, running his fingers up my ribs, calming me, keeping me exactly where they want me.

“Three.”

Another.

“Four.”

The sting lands just above my thigh, a perfect contrast to the warmth already lingering there.

I moan, my fingers flexing uselessly above my head, my body screaming for release.

“Five.”

Gabe steps away, dropping the implement somewhere nearby.

The absence of his presence, of his touch, of his attention is almost worse than the torment of waiting for the next strike.

But then?—

Hank moves.

He tilts my chin up and forces my gaze to meet his.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my lips before he claims my mouth.

The kiss is deep, consuming, rewarding.

His hands slide down my arms, over my ribs, and along my stomach, until he finds the place where I burn.

My moan melts into him, my legs trembling when his fingers part me, slipping just enough between my thighs to make my breath stutter.

But it’s not enough.

Not nearly enough.

He strokes me, slow, lazy, his thumb circling, coaxing, sending fire curling through my blood.

I whimper, tilting my hips, seeking more?—

And then he stops.

Withdraws completely.

“No!” My head falls back, my body trembling.

Hank grins, his lips brushing my jaw. “Not so easy, is it, luv?”

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