Page 53 of Blood Day
“Hmm.” He did it again, then switched to my other leg, leaving behind an ache that felt oddly unfulfilled.
An ache that only increased as the sponge continued upward to my abdomen and breasts.
My eyes fell closed again, lost to his touch.
It felt like a dream.
A fantasy I hadn’t realized I desired.
Another hint of the minty fragrance followed, the sponge coming alive with more suds that he worked into my skin. My nipples were so hard, his touch making my pulse race.
He circled my taut peak, then pinched one with his bare hand while he massaged soap into the other one. I leaned back against him, unable to hold myself upright. My chest felt tight, just like the area between my thighs. Like I was on the verge of another explosion, one that might just kill me.
But Master Cedric didn’t appear to be in a hurry to coax it along.
Instead, he continued to torture me with that sponge, using soap as a distraction from what my body craved.
Until the bare hand on my breast ventured downward.
Pausing to trace a circle around my belly button.
Then all the way down to cup me between my legs.
I sighed his name, melting into him and his decadent touch.
His lips were on my neck, his tongue tracing my pulse, his voice a growl of sound I didn’t fully understand. He could be saying he wanted to bite me, and I wasn’t sure I’d react. Not with the way his touch felt against my intimate center.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating my back. His teeth skimmed my throat, whether from his grin or as a threat, I couldn’t say.
I was too lost to him.
Too engrossed in the pleasure his touch evoked.
Too focused on his thumb circling the spot I wanted him to stroke most.
But his fingers entered me instead, the abrupt penetration causing me to flinch. Except he curled his touch upward, turning my flinch into a vibration of pleasure.
Pleasure he stoked by pressing his thumb to that place I desired.
“Cedric,” I breathed, arching into his palm.
His other hand cupped my breast, the sponge having disappeared.
And his mouth sealed around my pulse.
Oh, Goddess…
The pinch of his incisors sent my heart into a chaotic rhythm that reverberated in my ears. A moment of panic sliced my consciousness, only to be swallowed by a volcano of heat that blanketed me in dark oblivion.
My orgasm wasn’t gradual; it was immediate, ripping through me and spiraling me into a climax even more intense than before.
I lost the ability to see.
The ability to think.
The ability to breathe.
I became a liquid being thriving on ecstasy alone.
