Page 114 of Blood Day

My thighs nearly closed, my desire to rub them together spiking through my mind.

I tightened my hold on the pillows, fighting the urge to touch myself.

So hot.

Where is he? Why isn’t he responding? What is this new game?

He wanted me wet and swollen. I couldn’t touch my clit, but the way it throbbed suggested it was ready for him.

Dampness trickled down to my ass, again making me want to squirm.

I whispered his name once more, my eyes filling with tears as I began to silently weep for his touch.

I hadn’t heard him leave the bathroom. But he could phase. Did he leave me here to suffer? Was this all just another way to break me?

After all the kind things he’d said… was it all a lie?

Is this even real?

My eyes sprang open, my need to verify my surroundings hitting me hard in the chest.

I gasped as I found Master Cedric standing at the foot of the bed.It’s real. He’s real. He’shere.

His dark eyes simmered with violent energy, his cheekbones hard enough to cut glass.

He didn’t look pleased.

He looked furious.

Are my legs not spread enough apart?I wondered, my thighs automatically trying to stretch more.Are my heels meant to be closer to my ass?I tried to slide them farther up the bed, the bend in my legs reminding me of a butterfly’s wings by the time I finished.

His expression darkened even more.

I swallowed, my fingers clammy against the pillows.

His anger both unnerved me and… and made mehotter.

He was dangerous. Lethal. A predator. And it almost seemed like he wanted to eat me.

Maybe he did.

Maybe he planned to bite me.

Oh, Goddess,that thought just tightened the ache inside me, intensifying my need.

More tears fell, my lips mouthing his name as my back arched off the bed. This was agony, him being so close to my aching flesh. I wanted to scream at him to do something, beg him to take this pain away, demand he touch me.

But I couldn’t do those things. Mostly because I didn’t know how to properly articulate the desire.

None of my courses had taught me anything about seeking my own pleasure, only how to please males. Specifically, Six. And the classes where he’d practiced on me hadn’t been anything like this.

No warmth.

No sensuality.

No extreme sensations of being on the verge of the most beautiful death imaginable.

“Cedric,” I said, trying to tell him what I wanted. “I… Ithurts.”