Page 62 of Spark of Madness

“Promise me you won’t tell a soul about this, about us…and I’ll grant you that pleasure now.”

Fuck, I’m losing control.

I’m notlosing it…I’m letting her take it.

Am Igoing to hell for this?

“I promise, Arlo.” Her voice begs sweetly, and her hips lift from the floor—and I believe her. “Please.”

I groan at the word, at the way it slithers inside and coils around my desire, wringing out every last drop of lust to pool deep in the pit of my stomach. My head falls as my body drops its full weight onto hers, pinning her entirely. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, kissing and nipping with my teeth.

“Say it again, starlight.”

“Please, Arlo.Please.” Her voice trembles, as does her body beneath mine.

Fuck absolution.

Let me burn inhell with her.

I slink down her body, my lips and tongue tasting her everywhere, down her throat, along her chest, over the swell of her breast spilling out above the silk.

She tenses and squirms beneath me as my mouth works its way down her body. I kiss the satin fabric over her stomach, turning my cheek to run my nose down her belly, sniffing my way down to the apex of her thighs.

My palms grip her hips, my fingertips wrapping around to splay across her bare cheeks, and I squeeze. She whimpers as she raises her hips, bucking against nothing to seek relief.

“Please…please,” she continues to beg and all the goodness within me dies.

Her voice is angelic as she begs—contrite and needy. There’s nothing even remotely sinful about the way she needs me. The way she needs me is spiritual, holy,divine.

In this moment, I am God, and she prays for me to grant her pleasure in mercy.

Sweet Mercy.

I grab the hem of her skirt, working quickly to shove it higher above her belly button. I press onto my knees to look down at her and see her bare, exposed, slick, and ready for me. I sit back on my heels, pressing my palms to my thighs so I can admire the perfection between her legs as she draws them back, bending her knees and spreading wide for me.

She’s wet, glistening, so ready for my touch.

I didn’t expect that, and the sight of it sends a pulse of dark desire through my veins that I can no longer deny.

Mercy rises onto her elbows, her pink lips parted, eyes hooded with desire. She doesn’t speak a word, she just watches me with a silent plea in her eyes—a needy plea that calls to me.

I want to give this woman pleasure until it breaks her.

And I want to break her slowly.

chapter twenty

Mercy

THIS DESIRE ISmaddening.

I feel out of my mind, yet perfectly settled in my soul.

Arlo runs a hand across his lips as he gazes at my aching center. I’m exposed and open to him in the most intimate way—it’s what I wanted, what I planned for. My intent was to lure him into wanting me, to seduce him into sin, and convince him to help me. I got what I wanted already, but now I want more.

I need more.

I ache for more.

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