Page 60 of Vipers and Vendettas
Something soft brushes against my calf, traveling up my leg slowly. I jump a little, but it just tickles my skin.
‘Is that … a feather?’ I ask with a frown.
‘Is that what it feels like?’
‘Yes.’
I know he’s smiling. ‘Then, that’s what it is.’
The feather trails up my hip, around the bump, and over my navel to the underside of my breast. It skitters lightly over my left nipple, which tightens immediately, and I whimper, muscles between my legs contracting. My thighs clench around the ache that’s getting more acute.
I focus on the feather as Maddox trails it to my shoulder and down my spine to my ass.
‘Open your legs.’
I don’t even think. I just do it, and I hear a growl of satisfaction.
‘Who knew you’d be so eager to please me, pet?’
I don’t answer. My hands ball into fists as he skims down my ass and my leg to my foot.
And then he goes to the other side and does it all again.
It’s been hours.
It probably hasn’t been, but itfeelslike it has. I’m a quivering, gasping wreck, and I take back everything I ever thought about Maddox not being able to tell his ass from his elbow in bed.
Technically, we aren’t in bed, but it’s clear that Maddox …knows things.
My whole body is sensitive. My skin is damp with perspiration. I moan in frustration as the tip of the feather glides up my leg but circumvents the one place I want it to go. I know that even the lightest touch would give me the release I need, but Maddox denies me.
I knew he would. He’s just playing with me. He’s not going to help at all.
A sudden sob wracks me, and the feather freezes.
‘What’s this? Tears? Why?’ He sounds like he gives a shit, but I know it’s bull.
A tear not caught by the blindfold rolls down my cheek. I don’t answer. My fingernails dig into my palms as the feather starts moving again, across both my nipples, one after the other, and I finally open my mouth.
‘Please,’ I beg. ‘Please, Maddox.’
‘In here, you call me Julian,’ he growls from low in front of me, ‘and Ilovehearing you beg me to let you come, pet. Enough to give you what you need.’ The feather hits both of my inner thighs. ‘Use your fingers to spread that delicate flower for me, but don’t you dare touch anything else, or I stop, and I leave you to your unsatisfying fingers.’
I do what he says with a hopeful whine, spreading my lower lips wide for him carefully, not even caring if this is a trick anymore so long as I get what I want.
I can feel the heat from his body in front of me, and I realize he’s on his knees just as he takes a deep breath and blows unnaturally hot air directly onto my sensitive clit.
I gasp and scream, my entire body stiffening as bliss explodes behind my eyes, in my chest, down my arms and legs, and through my core. My legs give out, and he catches me in his arms as my body keeps contorting with pleasure, and my cries continue.
I grip him tightly like a lifeline, and I realize he’s wearing a shirt as I twist my fingers into it.
I rip off the blindfold and stare at him in his demon form. I open my mouth, but I can’t make words. He didn’t touch me, not even once. I didn’t know I couldfeelthat. I didn’t know he coulddothat. But I do know one thing.
I want more.
My hand flutters up, caressing his cheek, and he looks surprised at the intimate gesture. Then, his arms around me tense.
‘After that, I don’t have the willpower,’ he grinds out in warning. ‘Move your hand, Julia.’
