Page 107 of Blood Day: Part One
I dropped the sponge, my fingers needing to be free for this experience.
His hands went still in his hair as my palm met his abdomen.Solid. Hard. Male.
Six didn’t feel like this. He wasn’t soft, but he wasn’t Master Cedric.
Goddess,no onewas Master Cedric.
He redefined beauty, captivating me in a way none of my previous Masters ever had. I wanted to memorize every inch of him with my fingers and tongue.
Cleaning him no longer applied.
I wanted something different.
Something sinful.
Something I shouldn’t crave but refused to ignore.
His approval.
His pleasure.
His groans.
My lips went to his pec, the kiss tentative as I glanced up to read his expression. He’d opened his eyes, the dark rings around his pupils fathomless.
His arms were flexed from keeping his hands in his hair.
He appeared to be waiting to see what I would do next.
Iwas waiting to see what I would do next.
I licked my lips, the motion grazing his chest as well. The watery droplets on his skin were refreshing, making me desire another taste.
So I indulged in the need, parting my lips to place an open-mouthed kiss over his nipple.
Then I started a familiar path down—not because I’d done this on him, but because I’d been trained on what trail to follow. It quickly turned new and exciting, his abdomen a landscape of concaves and tense lines.
I loved it.
Each divot represented an erotic experience, my mouth hungry to navigate and learn every part of him.
When I found the dusting of hair that led down from his belly button, I nearly groaned.
My thighs clenched, warmth flooding through my veins at the notion of intimately exploring him with my tongue.
I fluidly went to my knees, my legs bending in a practiced way while my core strength engaged to keep me steady. The trick was not to touch the male when kneeling, something Master Peyton said the superior species expected of their human servants.
We were only supposed to touch vampires and lycans in an arousing manner, not in any manner meant to aid our efforts. And that included using a Master for balance.
Alas, my fingers protested my movement because Iwantedto touch him. To grab his hips and move to his firm backside. To squeeze and revel in the athleticism of his form.
He was so perfect. So handsome. Sobig.
I nearly gulped as his manhood came within inches of my mouth. The head was wide, but not unmanageable. I could easily wrap my lips around it and swallow.
However, his length gave me pause.
I’d felt it against my lower belly, but seeing it up close provided significantly more detail.
