He lost his cocksure expression. “Forget it. I shouldn’t have mentioned that.”
He was hard to read, but one thing was certain—he wanted to help me and was embarrassed by that, which didn’t make sense. Why would he be?
After I’d misunderstood him a few times, it was the right moment to show him my trust.
I unfastened the bandage. “Do it.”
Something flashed across his face, but it was gone so quickly I didn’t guess what it was.
He stoked the fire, not looking at me. “I have to use my tongue.”
“Oh.” In retrospect, that made sense.
“It’s going to be extremely pleasurable for you. More pleasurable than anything you’ve ever experienced.”
I arched an eyebrow. “It sounds like you’re bragging. I’m curious.”
“I’ll touch only the wound. Nothing else.”
That was a huge comfort. “Fine.”
“Put your arm on the desk.” His voice acquired a seductive tone.
I did as told, tingling with anticipation.
“I have to release my power. Don’t be alarmed.”
The white in his eyes was replaced by glossy black, and his fangs descended. His cheeks sharpened, and his muscles grew.
Even though he’d warned me, a little jolt of fear and excitement coursed through me. He walked slowly before sitting next to me. My heart gave another kick, and our bond relaxed.
“Be ready.”
His velvety voice dripped with charm. Charm that made me lean closer to him without thinking.
He dipped his head and darted out his tongue over the cut. I wasn’t prepared for the burst of undiluted pleasure the first lash of his tongue ignited in me. The slow caress touched every part of my body, making me sigh and writhe.
Thanks to my gift, I wasn’t a stranger to physical pleasure. I’d caught the feelings of the maid and the footman hiding in a quiet corner more than once and of girls having assignations.
But nothing I’d experienced before was anywhere close to the intensity of this emotion. It shuddered through me like lightning while I had to squeeze my thighs together to soothe the pulsing ache between them. He didn’t touch me. Only his smooth tongue did.
Lash after lash, pleasure quivered through me. My back wilted, and a moan eased out of me. Our bond spread warmth through my chest as he stared at me with an intensity that felt intimate and special.
He made a noise deep in his throat, closing his eyes, and the bond vibrated softly.
I might not be able to understand his feelings through my power, but I’d never been closer to another person, and his care and desire reached me as clearly as if I were seeing his aura.
When he opened his eyes, our gazes locked, and only tenderness filled the space between us. I couldn’t deny the strong pull towards him as a new wave of pleasure built up inside me. I leant closer, inhaling his heady scent, and the intense desire in his gaze held me captive.
The moment he raised his head, it was all over. It was like falling back to Earth after having flown through the clouds. The pleasure ended.
He stared at me with unmistakable hunger.
The cut was gone. Nothing was left of it. My skin was healthy and rosy as if nothing had happened. But I would never be the same.
My face was hot, and my breathing came out in quick pants.
Alex’s expression changed from seductive to worried. “Are you all right?”
