Page 120 of Descent

I want him to fill me, enter me.

But he holds back, never even teasing me with those fingers that have devastated me so many times before. Instead, hefocuses solely on the dance of his tongue, lancing pulse after pulse of rising ecstasy through my swollen apex.

The result is a much longer buildup, a single focal point of bliss. It’s all the more arousing for its simple intensity. It builds higher and higher, dragging me along toward my first surrender.

Ero’s moans set the charge.

His palm pressing down on my lower abdomen primes the detonator.

The fingers on his other hand find the tip of my nipple, pinching hard. Setting me off like a depth charge underwater.

Both of my hands clamp over my mouth, barely containing my scream.

Euphoria bursts behind my eyelids, the whole world flashing neon pink in showers of tingling sparks. Thrilling currents sizzle through my legs.

I beckon Ero toward me with tingling fingers. Up my front, his chest warm and soft against my skin.

My palms find his face, holding it closely and kissing him as hard as I can. We pause, breath trembling as Ero presses his forehead to mine.

“I want you so bad,” I whisper, “I need you so, so much…I just?—”

There aren’t words to adequately describe how I love him. What I feel.

“We’re,” he says gruffly, but makes no move to remove his clothes. “I just wish we had more time.”

“What do you mean?”

The door bursts in suddenly, guards rushing in and fanning out.

“There he is! He fucking broke out again,” one man growls. “I warned you what would happen if you got out…”

Three of them converge on the bed, drawing billy clubs, tearing him off me. Two brutal thuds of their weapons subdue Ero’s struggle.

“You bastard!” I scream, red flashing across my vision.

I’m scrambling off the bed toward them indifferent to my naked form. Rage blinds me as I lunge for one, knifing stiff fingers into his wrist. His grip falters, another hand catching me across the face. Rolling with the blow, I launch myself at them again, bearing my teeth.

The other two make it to the door.

“It’s alright, enchantress. I’ll see you soon.” Ero stays calm, intently focused on me as I close in on the one left to block my path. A wayward kick has me dodging, staggering to the side. Regaining my footing, I pounce.

His muzzle flashes and something pelts me in the shoulder hard enough to knock me off balance. My hand reflexively flies to the site, just making out the outline of a steel dart.

Fuck. Tranquilizer …

Vision clouding. Legs turning to jello.

Everything goes black.

The chinkof clinking metal wakes me.

I’m drowsy. Head’s swimming.

Eyelids and lips feel so heavy, won’t open.

Sending out signals to my body, my fingers twitch, then my toes. A weight hangs from my wrists. More than the pull of the fading drugs in my system. Manacles. Chains dangling.

Summoning more than just a little bit of anger, I finally force my eyes open.

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