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Despite my anxiety, I was making every effort to show nothing by lust, biting the full volume of my lower lip as I descended further. To his consternation, it wasn’t the metal key of his zip line I was testing but the depths of his pockets. And no, I wasn’t a gold digger, much more of a knife digger.
With a throated moan, I pulled the metal object out and placed it in the center of his hand.
I could read the surprise in his eyes, but that didn’t stop me from opening the knife’s blade whilst guiding his hand towards the upper part of my nightie.
I moved it further, tracing the sharp metal down on my chest and over the hardened shapes of my quivering tips. A sigh escaped me, fueled by the rush of adrenaline that was vibrating with agitated waves of anxiety. It was unimaginable tension but also desire.
Though I couldn’t show any signs of weakness, just the cravings of my heart, the trial wasn’t as hard as I initially thought, especially since the surge of the alcohol was still running through my system.
I just steered his hand lower, following the path of my nightdress and letting it rip through the material as it reached the bottom hem.
‘I’m beginning to think I’m going to miss this part.’ The whiskey forced me to let out a secret I didn’t want to be disclosed.
Fortunately, Ferris didn’t ask any questions about it but instantly closed the knife, sneaking his hands to the newly revealed zone and pushing my panties to the floor. He was leaving me to disintegrate between his fingers.
In response, I unbuttoned the hand-sewn buttons of his shirt, one by one. But instead of throwing it somewhere in the room, I placed the shirt on my own shoulders, yearning to be fully bathing in his intoxicating scent.
My plan was drifting into place. Ferris lifted me onto a small table, making sure my legs were open wide enough to welcome him. He needed me as bad as I needed him; the only difference was that I also needed to control the game.
Before coming to my senses and realizing what was truly happening, Ferris kneeled, sending his mouth to join with the silky skin that was throbbing to have him from the second he entered the room. The brushes of his tongue found room between my folds, turning my body into giant ice cream, luring him to savor it as it melted.
My eyes closed, trying to think of what I really needed to do next. Though the darkness only intensified my senses,steering my mind in a single direction— the damp warmth of his tongue sending me to bathe in rivers of ecstasy.
It was unstoppable, like a forest fire spreading to torch my entire being. Opening my eyes, I found a way to fight it until I perished— at least that’s what I thought. Mywaterwas the sparkling liquid hiding in the champagne bottle that was sitting next to me on the table. I placed it there earlier but never did I think it could come so in handy. I tried quenching my thirst with large sips, mixing the perfumed taste with the expert movements of my king. Now Ferris will always taste like champagne in my mind, sparkling through his darkness only to intoxicate me with the mirage of his royal charm. But there was nothing royal about him in those moments as his tongue was digging deep inside of me, searching to destroy all balance and make my walls tremble with the power of the pleasure that was about to engulf me.
He loved to own me that way, to have that kind of power over me, so complete that even I was beginning to think that we were stepping close to the point when his monster would possess the last drops of my soul.
And maybe we were getting too close to that moment.
The beautiful illusions he was creating often made me wish to get lost within them. It would be that simple to abandon myself and at the same time, so complicated for anyone else involved.
When I was with Ferris, I only wanted to be with him, stuck in his dream, no matter the consequences. But I felt the same with Cole, and why not face it? With Brax.
I took another sip from the bottleand another until the waves of electric satisfaction were rushing through me with the rhythm of the waves of alcohol flowing in my system. He had crushed me, leaving sweet moans to be vocalized with the rhythm of my heartbeats.
Seconds later, he brought his mouth to shush the sounds, letting me taste the sweet flavor of my euphoria on his lips, stopping only for him to trace the lines of his own shirt. I was the one wearing the ivory piece of material, and the view of me being dressed in his clothes was the most powerful aphrodisiac when it came to him. I could see the satisfaction glinting in his eyes, like a fire alarm guiding my next move.
Making sure I still had the bottle of champagne in my possession, I let my body slip from between his arms.
‘I’m hot. Don’t you feel hot?’ I asked him with a hint of madness vibrating in my lungs as soon as I was free.
‘I’ll put out the fire.’ His gaze jolted towards the fireplace. But before he could take any action, I was heading to the opposite corner of the room.
I didn’t get far. He immediately traced my steps, seeing it as a game of predator and prey. ‘I have an idea of what could cool you down.’ Sneaking a hand around the small of my back, he held me tightly in position as he pushed the straps of my nightie to fall over my shoulders and reveal the round shape of my breasts.
I had no idea how that could ever cool me down and not set me on fire. But he stood to prove a point, taking the champagne bottle out of my hands and starting to dribble small drops somewhere on my collarbone.
‘What are you doing?’ I softly giggled, careful not to betray any other intention.
No answer came. At least not a worded one because the next second his lips melted on the center of my breasts, sipping the liquid that flowed over my nipples.
My mind instantly blocked, shocked by the sensuality of his gesture, living just for that moment in time, so irreplaceable and so dangerous for my sanity.
Ferris had his way to make me go over the edge, and that’s exactly where I was heading in his presence— over any possible edge.
‘Ferris,’ I whined in a tone that was in fact saying goodbye.
Instead, he thought it was a calling. That I was calling him back to my lips, when in reality, it was a calling back to normality. No matter what that could mean.
