slides against my ass crack. The tip of his erection grazes my bare pussy, and the sensation that follows is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. A type of warm electric current.
My lower stomach contracts. My inner walls squeeze onto something that isn’t there.
No, no it does not feel like a lie. It feels like desire and confusion and lust. It feels like being out of control and adventure and possibilities, and I want it. I want him.
And I hate myself for it.
“All these bruises and marks,” he muses. “And none of them caused by me.” He trails a hand up my arms and down my flat stomach. “Pity, but I still have time to leave my mark on you yet.”
My entire body stiffens. I’m as rigid as a corpse.
Smoke chuckles against me, and I’m glad I’m facing away because his laugh is pure torture, causing his erection to vibrate against my folds which are aching for more contact.
“You will be punished, hellion. You can be sure of that.”
I look over my shoulder and meet his dark eyes which darken