Page 22 of Blood Day: Part One

My poor sweet flower.

May you bloom again another day.

Chapter5

Lily

I couldn’t stop thinkingabout Master Cedric’s banana and the way he’d fed it to me last night.

Maybe because I was on my knees in sexual arts class with a similar object in my mouth.

An object I kept envisioning as belonging to Master Cedric and not the human male standing before me.

I focused on swirling my tongue, but each swipe resembled a lick between my bare thighs.

Because I kept picturing Master Cedric.

It was his fingers in my hair. His salty essence in my mouth. His groan vibrating the air.

I could picture it so perfectly.

All because of that banana.

And the kiss that had followed.

Maybe it hadn’t really been a kiss. But his lips had touched mine when he’d given me that water. It was a moment that had stolen my breath away. An entire experience that I’d never known was possible.

He’dfedme.

Given me several nights of food.

Then multiple bottles of water.

Oh, it’d been cool water, too. I’d never tasted such heavenly liquid before.

Another groan reverberated through my partner, his grip tightening in my hair.

“Don’t come,” Master Peyton said in a silky voice, her nails gliding along the neck of Prospect Four Hundred and Six. I called him Six for short, just as he called me Sev.

Six and I were often paired in our courses because of our number sequence being one off from the other. We were both the same year. Which meant we would attend our Blood Day together.

His light green eyes pleaded with me to slow my pace, to ensure he met Master Peyton’s orders.

But my task was to make him fall apart with my mouth.

It provided a cruel conflict that meant one of us had to lose.

And I wasn’t going to fail.

Not when I kept envisioning Master Cedric’s midnight irises glistening with dark intent as he’d slid that banana between my lips.

I could so easily pretend this was him, that he’d demanded I kneel andpleasehim.

It would be a sexual performance he wished for me to repeat, not a fight sequence.

And just the thought of that coated my thighs in damp intrigue.

This had never happened to me before. I never felt aroused by the act of giving fellatio. But thinking about Master Cedric made my core throb with forbidden need.