Page 44 of Blood Day: Part One
She would have bitten my clit for such disobedience.
Then taken me under a wave of orgasms drenched in blood while demanding I remain quiet.
Just like Six.
And that poor boy from—
Master Cedric rolled me to my back, his expression murderous as he glowered down at me.
Goddess, I really messed this up. I parted my lips to apologize, but I couldn’t create the right words. It was like my tongue had tied itself in a knot.
“When I make you come, you scream and you don’t stop,” he told me, his voice holding a lethal edge to it that scattered goose bumps down my spine. “I’m going to please you again, and this time, you’re not going to hold back or go silent. You’re going to scream my name and enjoy every fucking second.”
My lips parted.He’s mad that I stopped screaming?
“I don’t care what the university has taught you, Lily. With me, you will always display your pleasure.” His finger penetrated me, stirring a gasp from my throat. “Yes, like that. I want your reactions, little flower. I want to feel you bloom. No silence. No hiding. No torturing yourself with asinine rules when I make you come.”
His words rolled across my lips, his mouth having come closer with each statement until his eyes were locked with mine.
But he didn’t kiss me. He merely remained right above me as he added a second finger to his penetration below.
A whimper caught in my throat, the pressure almost too much. But then his thumb drifted upward to stroke that sweet spot that made me see stars.
“That’s it, sweet flower. Let me see how this feels. Then let me hear it, too.”
I swallowed, that bursting sensation building inside me again. I didn’t understand why he was doing this or if this was even truly real. But I felt so much. So much heat and intensity. So much anticipation and fear.
Was he warming me up for something nefarious?
Playing with his food before devouring it?
Vampires were notoriously cruel, and Master Cedric had more than lived up to that reputation.
Except he’d fed me.
Given me water.
Taken me in the car.
Fed me his blood.
And now he was watching me with this intense gaze, his dark irises flickering with black flames.
I lost myself in those inky depths, swirling down and around and indulging in the power that was all Master Cedric.
So handsome.
Intimidating.
Dark.
His touch shifted, his fingers working me to exquisite depths as his thumb applied just enough pressure.
It felt like he was pressing on a button, holding it down until the right moment, shifting and petting and prolonging the ecstasy until he desired release.
Myrelease.
An explosion.
