Page 120 of Blood Day
“Touch yourself,” he demanded. “Rub my cum into your cunt and come again.”
I didn’t deny his order of self-pleasure this time, my desire to do exactly what he’d said slamming me square in the chest.
Because I wanted his claim.
And just the thought of him releasing his orgasm between my thighs had me on the edge of joining him in sweet oblivion.
My core was soaked with his arousal and mine. I ran my fingers through it and dragged it up to my swollen flesh, rubbing it just like he’d commanded.
It hurt in the best way, my body on the verge of breaking from too much passion.
But I forced myself onward, circling my nub and feeling his intimate claim.
His head nudged my entrance again, driving me that much higher. Then his hand replaced his hardness, his fingers sliding through the mess he’d made and shoving the essence inside me.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, that possessive action slaying my every thought.
He did it again.
And again.
All the while, I stroked myself.
Until I couldn’t think beyond sensation and his presence above me, his lips lingering near mine.
“Come for me,” he whispered, his gaze intent. “Right now, Lily. I need to see you fall apart with my cum-drenched fingers inside you.”
A violent quake threatened to destroy me.
But I followed it.
Embraced it.
And screamed as it overtook me.
Blackness descended, my world shuddering to an abrupt halt.
Only for Master Cedric’s mouth to bring me back to life, his blood a familiar taste against my tongue.
Except his fingers followed, painting my lips in our shared arousal, then he kissed me again, drowning me in the unique flavor of our passion.
I was… done.
Overwhelmed.
Dying.
Yet living for the first time.
All because of his dark games. His mercurial personality. His delirious desires.
“Tomorrow we’ll play again,” he promised, his lips against my ear. At some point, he’d tucked me against him with my back to his chest. And the residual dampness between my thighs felt fresh and warm, suggesting he’d cleaned me with a wet cloth.
Did I lose consciousness?I wondered dizzily.
“Sleep, my flower,” he whispered. “Sleep and we’ll indulge each other more tomorrow.”
My eyes slid closed.
