Page 68 of Blood Day: Part One
“Careful,” he whispered. “Prospects don’t react.”
His words sent a chill down my spine.
He’d told me to react earlier, to scream for him, to allow him to hear my pleasure.
And now he was telling me not to react.
He was reminding me of my place, taking away the brief glimpse of freedom he’d allowed from the university walls.
A cruel trick. A harsh punishment.
“Master Cedric,” I breathed, wanting to apologize, to go back to being his Lily.
But his palm covered my mouth. “Silence, Prospect.” The ice in his tone drilled a hole right through my spirit, leaving me hollow and frozen beneath him.
He bit me again, cascading a wave of heat over my form that threatened to thaw me from my frigid state. I clamped down on my lower lip to hold back my scream, the sound one of agony mingled with pleasure.
Tears filled my eyes.
My world spiraling out of control in a blink.
I wanted to lift my hips against his.
I wanted to shove him off of me.
I wanted to scream an apology against his mouth.
I wanted to dig my nails into his shoulders to hold on for dear life and beg him to take me back to his palace.
I wanted to disappear and forget him entirely.
All at once, every single desire mixed inside me, threatening to overwhelm my control. Years of training kicked in, attempting to push it all down, to keep me from reacting. But I couldn’t stop the lone tear from escaping my eye.
Master Cedric’s thumb swiped it away, his palm still covering my mouth. Then his thigh pressed into my core, causing electricity to hum through my being and zap my heart into overdrive.
It was too much sensation.
Too muchemotion.
I was going to explode. Scream.Shatter.
His lips captured mine as I tumbled into oblivion, my body vibrating from the onslaught of fire and ice mating inside my veins.
It stirred chaos inside me. Burning. Shivering. Screeching for release.
Oh…
I cried out, but he caught the sound with his tongue, his blood filling my mouth and forcing me to swallow.
I gagged, coughed, sputtered, but he demanded that I take it, accept it,embraceit.
All while his eyes held mine, conveying some hidden message I couldn’t understand.
By the time he finished, my soul felt ripped to shreds. I couldn’t breathe or process what’d just happened.
He glared down at me in disgust, his expression one I would never forget.
Fury.
