Page 19 of Hollow House
His other arm held my waist, thankfully, or I would’ve collapsed into a puddle watching him.
“More,” I groaned, the word slipping from my mouth.
“Say that again, and I’ll give you anything you desire,” he warned.
“More,” I whimpered.
The Wraith dropped to his knees before me, his hand lifting my dress and settling on my waist. One moved just to lift my leg and place it over his shoulder.
Before I could figure out what he was doing, his hand tugged at my thong, the fabric tearing with a sting to my flesh.
A gasp slipped form my lips, which morphed into a moan the second his tongue flicked against my slit. It explored every inch of my center as his hands held my waist, keeping me firmly where he wanted.My hands slipped into his messy brown hair. Steps echoed just down the hall from us, but I didn’t care.
I tried to bend my knees a little, my pussy begging for more. One of his hands slipped to my inner thigh, rubbing lazy circles against my clit, his tongue slipping inside me.
I moaned, unable to hide any of the pleasure he pulled from me.If this was the way Hollow House could fill my deepest desires, I’d gladly stay like this all night.
The article slipped away slowly, and I let my mind wander to thought of the Wraith and the pleasure he could make me feel.
His tongue worked faster as I whimpered, realizing I was so close to tumbling off that edge.
His tongue pulled out from me at the last moment, and before I could express my displeasure, two fingers slipped inside me. They curled, and my entire body shuddered. Another two pumps and I lost control. A cry of pleasure rang out as my orgasm slammed into me.My entire body shook as he continued to work me through it, my vision going blurry and my knees buckling.
The Wraith slowly lowered me to the floor, my back to the wall. He watched me, his dark gaze taking in every last detail.
As he kneeled in front of me, I could see his face clearly now. The way his dark stubble covered his chin completely. The tattoos that snaked up his neck and dipped beneath the collar of his shirt. I wanted to reach out and cup his face, but the pure heat in his gaze kept me pinned to the wall instead. I couldn’t move.
Instead, I opened my mouth and was shocked by what came out.
“What did she mean?” I asked.
“Who, love?” he asked, tipping his head slightly.
“That woman,” I muttered. “What did she meanthe role?”
An amused smile grew on his lips, and he reached out to brush a pink strand of hair out of my face. My heart pounded, waiting for him to answer. His grip tightened on the back of my neck and pulled me in closer, the possessive touch warming my core again.
“Fear,” he whispered.
“Fear?”
He nodded, and my hands found his knee to steady myself. The pleasure of the previous few minutes had completely subsided, and my breathing returned to normal, rather than the ragged breaths I couldn’t contain after what he’d done.
“Fear. The way adrenaline rushes through your body when you’re terrified…it changes something in you. For some, it is pleasurable, a high they chase,” he explained.
“I don’t understand…”
My mind couldn’t wrap itself around doing such a thing. How could being terrified be enjoyable? I hated the way my heart raced and sat in my throat when I was afraid. I hated the lack of control I had over my body.
Before I could express any of that to him or ask a question, he gripped my face firmly in his hands and gave me a single order.
“Run, and you’ll find out, love.”
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At first,I didn’t move, unsure if I heard him correctly. Did he mean it? Where was I supposed go?
“Run, love,” he whispered into my ear.
