pushed his sleeves up, bringing his bare arms around her as he rubbed the cloth over her breasts. She’d been so aroused before, having his arms around her plunged her straight into erotic desperation. When his slippery fingers and the cloth slid over her slick nipples, she thought she would die.
Cerise bit back a moan, overcome by a whirlwind of sensation. “Please don’t. It … hurts,” she said, breathless with the stormy eroticism zipping through her bloodstream like lightning.
He kissed the side of her neck, sliding his hands beneath the water. “I want to make it better,” he murmured hotly, his breath singeing her delicate skin, evoking a primitive response in her. “Don’t you want me to make it better?”
“I don’t … know,” she said, her voice breaking as his fingers found the aching bud nestled between her swollen, nether lips. The first touch of his finger on her near bruised flesh released a violent spasm in her womb. A torrent of fire rippled through her.
Cerise cried out as his fingers curled against her, rubbing a tight circle that had her rigid, gripping the sides of the tub to keep from drowning. She sloshed the water as her hips came off the tub and wrenched up to meet him. He pressed harder, biting her neck as his fingers rasped her clit. He sucked her flesh to near pain, teeth scoring the tender chords of her neck
Her skin tingled, demanding his touch. Blood throbbed with achy intensity in that hardened nub. Her nerve endings screamed with shocking pleasure as the agony tore through her muscles.
She cried out, tears streaking her face. Bone and flesh melded, dissolved, shrinking down to one finite point, where his fingers strummed an ageless tune. Shudders ripped through her body as her orgasm rippled out, slowly easing only when he released her.
She collapsed, physically and emotionally. Heated waves lapped at her nipples, making her tremble. Her vaginal muscles quivered with shaky release.
Daegon tugged her earlobe, pressing a kiss to her ear. “Better?”
She fought to find her voice. Her throat was dry, scratchy from her cries. “I … I’m not sure,” she managed.
“I will leave you then. I’ve laid out new gowns for you. When you are ready, come to the foyer.”
She nodded, lost in her thoughts. She was so achy and empty, she thought nothing could fill her. The pleasure she found at his touch couldn’t overcome the fear and anger he’d sprung in her. She didn’t know what to think now. She was thankful for surcease but still angry over what he’d done. He appeared remorseful, however. Dare she trust it? She did not.
And didn’t he deserve some form of punishment for keeping her here against her will? It wasn’t right, but she had no idea of what she could do. Vengeance was not her way, and even thinking of trying to gain some hold over him made her feel weepy with exhaustion.
Cerise cleaned herself off as best she could, washing the sweat and dirt from her hair. When she was done, she lay for a while, soaking the heat into her muscles, relaxing. Ever since setting out to save her sister, Bianca, from the demon knight who held her captive, she had had no opportunity for calm, no rest. She had been in constant turmoil since Daegon found her, and she was thankful for the brief reprieve.
She couldn’t imagine what he wanted with her downstairs. She only hoped he would not seek to punish her again. She knew now what faced liars in his household, and she could not go through that again without breaking into madness.
When the water had cooled beyond the point of soothing, Cerise got out and dried herself with the abundance of towels he’d left on the washstand. She wished there was a fire place inside, or at least a brazier near to dry her hair by. Despite the coming winter, the room was surprisingly insulated against drafts. She
Cerise bit back a moan, overcome by a whirlwind of sensation. “Please don’t. It … hurts,” she said, breathless with the stormy eroticism zipping through her bloodstream like lightning.
He kissed the side of her neck, sliding his hands beneath the water. “I want to make it better,” he murmured hotly, his breath singeing her delicate skin, evoking a primitive response in her. “Don’t you want me to make it better?”
“I don’t … know,” she said, her voice breaking as his fingers found the aching bud nestled between her swollen, nether lips. The first touch of his finger on her near bruised flesh released a violent spasm in her womb. A torrent of fire rippled through her.
Cerise cried out as his fingers curled against her, rubbing a tight circle that had her rigid, gripping the sides of the tub to keep from drowning. She sloshed the water as her hips came off the tub and wrenched up to meet him. He pressed harder, biting her neck as his fingers rasped her clit. He sucked her flesh to near pain, teeth scoring the tender chords of her neck
Her skin tingled, demanding his touch. Blood throbbed with achy intensity in that hardened nub. Her nerve endings screamed with shocking pleasure as the agony tore through her muscles.
She cried out, tears streaking her face. Bone and flesh melded, dissolved, shrinking down to one finite point, where his fingers strummed an ageless tune. Shudders ripped through her body as her orgasm rippled out, slowly easing only when he released her.
She collapsed, physically and emotionally. Heated waves lapped at her nipples, making her tremble. Her vaginal muscles quivered with shaky release.
Daegon tugged her earlobe, pressing a kiss to her ear. “Better?”
She fought to find her voice. Her throat was dry, scratchy from her cries. “I … I’m not sure,” she managed.
“I will leave you then. I’ve laid out new gowns for you. When you are ready, come to the foyer.”
She nodded, lost in her thoughts. She was so achy and empty, she thought nothing could fill her. The pleasure she found at his touch couldn’t overcome the fear and anger he’d sprung in her. She didn’t know what to think now. She was thankful for surcease but still angry over what he’d done. He appeared remorseful, however. Dare she trust it? She did not.
And didn’t he deserve some form of punishment for keeping her here against her will? It wasn’t right, but she had no idea of what she could do. Vengeance was not her way, and even thinking of trying to gain some hold over him made her feel weepy with exhaustion.
Cerise cleaned herself off as best she could, washing the sweat and dirt from her hair. When she was done, she lay for a while, soaking the heat into her muscles, relaxing. Ever since setting out to save her sister, Bianca, from the demon knight who held her captive, she had had no opportunity for calm, no rest. She had been in constant turmoil since Daegon found her, and she was thankful for the brief reprieve.
She couldn’t imagine what he wanted with her downstairs. She only hoped he would not seek to punish her again. She knew now what faced liars in his household, and she could not go through that again without breaking into madness.
When the water had cooled beyond the point of soothing, Cerise got out and dried herself with the abundance of towels he’d left on the washstand. She wished there was a fire place inside, or at least a brazier near to dry her hair by. Despite the coming winter, the room was surprisingly insulated against drafts. She
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