Page 181 of The Midnight Order
I love that she knows she has the power, and how her eyes are lighting up.
When she walks back to me, her hips have more sashay, and her chin is held high.
Fuck, I wish the others were here. Then again, no, I don’t.
“So, you just like to be hit with this?”
Before I can get an answer out, she tests it, swinging and landing a good strike across my abdomen.
I groan as my head falls forward. “Fuck.”
“Oh, I think I like that.”
Her goosebumps and hardened nipples are visible, as well as the way her pupils are blown wide.
“You could also—” My words are cut off as she gives the next strike more power, her eyes lighting with power.
“Shit!” My head falls back.
My voice sounds pathetic. My hunger is immeasurable.
“Could you come like this?” she asks, yet again, giving me no time to answer.
This time, she tests the limits, however, and lands a blow across the front of my thigh, the flogger so close to striking my sex.
A place I’ve never gotten close to hitting myself.
“I could… I will,” I whimper, my body beginning to shake.
Determination knits her brow as she strikes the other thigh. “I want to see you come for me like this.”
I don’t know what’s gotten into this woman, but I am going to nurture it and hope it stays.
She’s blossoming in this dark dungeon of ours.
Her strikes become harder and faster, each one nearly hitting me in a very sensitive area. She rotates between my thighs, hips, stomach, and chest, driving me wild with need.
The tip of me is burning to erupt, but she never gives me enough. The glint in her eyes tells me it’s on purpose.
The last strike brings me down the cross. I slump in pure exhaustion as I moan, my body breaking beneath her.
She wastes no time dropping to her knees over me, straddling me.
Her hand slides between us, gripping me firmly, lining me up.
“Silver, I—” I shudder, but she can’t hear me. She’s worked us both too high.
Her tightness welcomes me home, her muscles giving way.
“Fuck.” I grab her hips, squeezing, trying to maintain some amount of control.
“Jas,” she moans.
She works up to a faster pace, riding me, her hips dragging back and forth.
Making a fist, I notch it at her clit, giving her something to grind against for more pleasure.
“Oh god, that feels good.” Her head falls back, and it gives me the worst thoughts about how much of her throat is exposedand how sweet her blood must taste right now while it’s full of adrenaline.
