Page 43 of Blood Day
And slipping beneath the fabric.
I froze against him, terrified and captivated by what he intended to do. How it would feel. How my body would react.
His breath teased my ear, his hard body holding mine as his fingers brushed my shaved mound.
My next grooming appointment was later this week, so I knew I was a little prickly down there.
But he didn’t comment.
Instead, he licked the outer shell of my ear as his hand cupped me between my thighs.
I nearly flew off the bed, his skin so hot and smooth that I almost couldn’t handle his touch.
He hushed me, only then making me realize I’d begun to weep—not in sadness, but in overwhelming pleasure.
I couldn’t take it.
It was too much.
And yet I would die if he stopped touching me now.
I didn’t recognize myself. I wasn’t even sure any of this was real. But I needed him. I… I neededthat.
A scream left my lips as his fingers explored my damp heat, his touch sliding up to the bundle of nerves and back to my entrance.
“So wet,” he praised, his mouth lowering to my throat. “It makes me want to rip off your pants and fuck you into oblivion. But I want to feel you fall apart on my fingers first. Then maybe I’ll do it again with my tongue.”
Oh, Goddess… I wasn’t sure I could survive this. Survivehim. Not with the wildfire burning inside me, threatening to engulf me from head to toe.
It was so foreign and immense.
So frightening andhot.
I swallowed, my body thrumming with this insane urge to burst. Like I was growing and expanding to the point where I would inevitably shatter and never be whole again.
It was all so unfamiliar, so inconceivable, sogood.
His body held mine with ease, his hand claiming me intimately while his opposite arm cradled my head.
I felt safe. Hot. On the verge of exploding. And utterly overwhelmed by sensation.
It was all too much.
Too bright. Too loud. Too much pressure.
His thumb stoked my need higher and higher, driving me to the precipice of madness.
“Come for me, Lily,” he breathed, his words pushing me over the edge into an oblivion of bright stars.
I screamed on my way down, clawing at the air in search of an anchor, a way to pull myself back up into the world.
Only to realize I was still on the bed, reveling in pleasure.
Loudly.
Images of Master Peyton fluttered through my mind, her disapproving glare silencing me in an instant.
She would have bitten my clit for such disobedience.
