Page 36 of Blood Day: Part One

I felt so light-headed.

My vision kept blinking in and out like it had during class.

“Ask me what political position I’m avoiding,” he told me.

I opened my mouth to voice the words, but they seemed too long. I didn’t have enough air. So I went with a guess instead. “Sovereign.”

His thumb did a little circle against my leg. “Your political marks are well earned, little flower.” He gave me another squeeze before releasing me to handle the wheel. The car moved around us, turning again.

Only this time, I couldn’t see the new road.

My vision had blacked out completely.

“Almost there,” Master Cedric said, his voice sounding far away. “Keep breathing, Lily.”

I did.

Barely.

By the time the car stopped, I felt like I was floating off in a cloud of nothingness. I vaguely sensed lights around us. My nose picked up on a woodsy scent of some kind. Then salt. A hum of sound. Strong arms lifting me from the car.

It all blurred together.

Until I landed on a true cloud of softness. Warmth. Engulfing me from head to toe.

Ohhh…I almost moaned, my skin reveling in the silky texture.

If this was the afterlife, I accepted it.

“Shh.” The hush against my ear was accompanied by the heat of a hard, hot male slipping into the cloud behind me. “Keep moaning and rolling around like that, and my plans for you are going to change.”

Master Cedric.

I tried to open my eyes to see what he was doing, to determine where we were, but everything remained hidden in a sea of darkness. His minty scent swirled around me, suffocating me beneath the intensity of his presence.

“Drink, little flower.” The words were accompanied by something warm and wet against my mouth. I parted my lips in response, trying to follow his command.

Something sticky and sweet touched my tongue, the taste causing my nostrils to flare and my thighs to squeeze.Oh, Goddess…I didn’t know what this was, but it was decadent and overwhelming.

“Seal your mouth around it and suck,” he whispered.

I did what he told me to do, filling my mouth with ambrosia and drowning myself in it.

“Swallow,” he added, his voice deep and sensual.

My heart raced in my chest as I complied. Heat spread through me, causing me to wince as it reached my tender arm. The pain had dulled to a residual ache I’d been able to ignore, thanks to the overpowering agony in my stomach, but it roared back to life with a vengeance.

“Keep sucking and swallowing,” Master Cedric demanded, his voice rumbling through me and forcing me to obey.

It hurt.

It tasted so good.

It burned.

Oh, but I wanted to make a meal of this liquid and never drink anything else again.

Such a conflict of sensation, both hot and agonizing. A sensually lethal mix of reactions that rendered me compliant against him.