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“You can and you will.” Palm gliding down my stomach, he only exacerbated the sensation, and I moaned in protest. “Don’t try to fight me, Farryn. I will devour every one of your senses until all you know is my voice and my touch.”
While my head fought to focus on the water bobbing at my chest, a current rooted deep beneath my flesh pulled and contracted in a throbbing sensation. Brows pinched, I tried to ignore the tingles dancing across my bones. My fingernails bit into his muscles, and I released an agonized sound, desperate to grind myself against something. “Jericho,” I whispered. “What’re you doin’?” My voice held a drunken slur, and as a tickle in my belly tugged at my thighs, I let out a quiet moan.
Lips trailed along the edge of my jaw, and he paused, grazing his teeth across my earlobe. He skated his palm lower, snaking his finger between my thighs, and caressed my swollen and too-sensitive flesh. “Spread your legs. Show me where it aches.”
The sensation overwhelmed me, the fear of the water coupled to the intensity building low in my stomach. An urge pulled at my knees, and I fell into mindless submission, retreating into the dark space behind my eyes. Cool porcelain pressed into the back of my knees with the vague awareness that he’d draped my legs over the opposite edges of the tub.
“Did I ever tell you the Pri’Scucian word for this?” He circled his fingers over my sensitive flesh, featherlight, just enough to distract my head from the water.
My back bowed on a sharp exhale, the buzz of his touch sending little shocks of pleasure to my muscles.“No.”
“Saericasz. Death’s fang. In our language, it’s a sweet fruit that smells and tastes absolutely mouthwatering. Like delicious warm silk against the tongue.”
In spite of the tremble of fear still running through me, I let out a shaky breath, as he tunneled his finger deeper into my seam and spread the flesh.
“When it’s ripe, the nectar inside of it spills into your mouth, and its flavor is so addicting, you could eat to the point of death.” Flicking his finger over my clit sent a wire of tension through my muscles, and my stomach curled with the uncontrollable twitching of my thighs. “Fucking hell, if you could see what I see right now. I’m starving for yoursaericasz.” His voice echoed inside the darkness, sending another pulse of electricity beneath my skin. In an act of mercy, he rubbed his fingers up and down my seam, the unexpected rush of pleasure spiraling up my spine, and I arched upward. “Yes, that’s it,” he praised.
“Please, Jericho.”
“Tell me what you need.” A hum of what felt like electricity danced over his fingers as he slid them toward that singular place begging to be filled.
Instead of answering, I rolled my head against the edge of the tub, using his body to push my hips upward. A whine slipped past my lips, quieted by his hungry mouth. His tongue brushed over mine, the soft and gentle caress of a master kisser.
“Take a breath,” he said against my lips.
The moment my lungs filled with air, he sealed it off, kissing me harder, and the world muted beneath the water’s surface.
Panic gurgled at the back of my throat, my objection swallowed by his unrelenting mouth. He shoved two fingers up inside of me, and the pulses of electricity swallowed the ache as he pumped in and out of me. My muscles relented the fight, and I fell into bliss of his fucking me with his hand. My thighs trembled where they remained draped over the edge of the tub, toes curling with every drive of his fingers. In my mind’s eye, I was staring down at the scene, and I drifted into a blinding pleasure.
A tug of my chest begged for air.
I pushed upward.
He held me down with his lips, his body immovable, his fingers unforgiving. In the silence of my mind’s eye, I could see the silvery tattoos on his body twitching over hardened muscles as he drove into me. The sweat beaded at his hairline. The scent of raw sex perfumed the air alongside the primal sounds he’d made while fucking me earlier. I could feel his desperation seeping into me, the need for release which had mirrored my own.
I convulsed, agitating the water around me, the air cool across my breasts when I arched into him. The water lubricated every glide of his finger, and I envisioned the pained expression he always wore just before he’d come. A cross between agony and bliss–a look that set my soul on fire.
Darkness seeped in.
The need for air punched at my chest with fierce determination.
I clawed at him.
Screamed against his mouth still pressed to mine.
In that moment, I dared to open my eyes, and through the watery layers above me, I saw red. A red, angry, glowing eye, and two horns curled outward from Jericho’s forehead. Not Jericho. A demon.
Precious gulps of water bubbled past my lips as I let out a scream. Fingers dug into my throat, and he squeezed just enough to let me know how easily he could snap my neck. I clawed harder, but something wicked moved through me. A burning in my thighs. A hunger in my belly. In spite of my fear, in spite of the way he looked, a greater force pulled me into submission. Death? Was I dying?
The sensation, so intense, had me closing my eyes, when I should’ve been fighting for my life.
Snap out of it, Farryn!
What the hell was wrong with me, that I would abandon my fight for whatever need raked through me with an unrelenting intensity.
A cold rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins, and something wound tight in my stomach. So fucking tight, I could do little more than shake, muscles stiff and cramping.
My body was in full-on chaos, muscles locked, lungs burning for one sip of air, while a cramping knot in my belly grew bigger with his relentless fingering. Euphoria heightened. Tension curled through me like a poisonous vapor, withering my resistance. Waning senses told me I was on the verge of blacking out. A flash of blinding light exploded behind my eyes, the heat racing straight to my toes.
