Page 124 of The Midnight Order
My skin is sticky with a sheen of sweat. It should cool me down, but it’s only causing a warming tickle that I wish I could escape.
“I’ll deal with him later. Leave me.”
Lowell’s eyes are fixed on me as Jasper leaves, tossing one more look over his shoulder with worry flickering across his face before he closes the door on his exit.
“Lowell.” My choked plea causes him to crawl further onto the bed.
He wipes my hair back from my forehead, taking some of the sweat lingering there.
“Oh, little lamb, what did they do to you?”
“Make it stop.”
“I can’t make it stop, but I could feed it a bit. Would you like that?”
I don’t know what he means. I only know I need it to end. If that’s a semblance of his promises, I’d do anything to have it.
I nod.
His red eyes wander over my body.
I can’t sit still. I know I look ridiculous to him because of the way my thighs rub together, trying to work out some of the built-up tension.
Even so, the look in his eyes is tender—a direct contrast to the male I witnessed on the plane that dragged me back to this manor.
“I’m going to touch you.” His hand skims up my inner thigh, and the burn gets worse.
I realize this is why he warned me.
My scream is a release of tension I’ve been begging for since this ache set in hours ago. It was slow building, one I barely noticed after Jasper and I got home from the coffee shop.
“Just let it out, little lamb. Scream all you like.”
He works my shorts down over my hips.
As the air hits my sex, I realize that’s where the burn is emanating from.
He doesn’t torment me more than the drugs already have.
“I’m going to kiss it better.”
I nod, frantically finding him in my hazy vision as I lift my head to watch his tongue lazily drag across my pussy.
I’m breathless. Weightless. Undone completely.
Tension unravels at his will, his tongue the mediator between it and me.
He drags two fingers around the rim of my entrance, testing before pushing them inside.
“Ahh!” My cry is drawn out, languid. Given to him in payment for his gift of reprieve.
As his tongue works my clit over in mind-numbing circles, his fingers hold me hostage in a space where I’m building toward a finale that might be my end.
I don’t care.
I’ll die with Lowell’s mouth on me.
The first orgasm floods me in an overwhelming wave, nearly blinding me with pleasure.
