Caressed By Ice
““Should I stop?”“No.” A whisper. “Kiss my neck, too. He never touched me there.”Stroking his hand down to rest below her shoulders, he bent to taste the skin of her neck. Soft, silky, quintessentially female. Her hand tunneled into his hair.Pain and pleasure combined.The dissonance was constant by this point. Broken shards of glass knifed through his cerebral cortex in an unrelenting cycle. But the pleasure…the pleasure was more. He’d never felt such incredible sensations. Then Brenna made a tiny, needy sound and the pleasure multiplied until he could hardly feel the pain.Part of him knew this was dangerous. If he wasn’t aware of the pain, if he didn’t accept the warning and pull back, not only could his ability slip the leash, the dissonance might cause permanent damage to his neural tissues. But drowning in the rich taste of Brenna’s sensuality, he didn’t have the capacity to understand those perilous truths.Kissing his way up her neck, he traced the line of her jaw before returning... to her lips.MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
7 / 10
User Reviews: