between her thighs… “She taught me nearly all things…”
She wanted Declan so badly she ached with it. But he seemed interested only in talking with her now. Perhaps when she had healed he would want her. When she was strong enough to take a man into her body, as she had waited her entire life to do. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache there.
“I’m sorry, Declan. What did you ask?”
“I asked if you’re feeling up to talking about this. The Grandmother. Your life with her.”
“It hurts to think of her. That I will not see her again.” She paused, her fingers twisting in the sheet. “That I have been cast out.”
“That’s what happened to you? You were cast out?”
She shrugged. “Yes. I will never go back there, to the compound. To The Grandmother. Even if I knew my way back. I don’t know what I will do now, what my life will be.”
“I’ll help you figure that out. We just need to find a place for you when you’re released in a few days. I’ll talk to your doctor, figure things out from there. Okay?”
“Yes. Thank you, Declan.”
She reached for him, took his hand. Surprise rippled across his face, then his fingers closed around hers, his skin warm and dry. And an arc of desire flickered over her skin. She could see in his face he felt it, too. He tried to draw his hand back, but she held on as tightly as she could.
“Angel…”
“Don’t let go, Declan. Don’t let me go.”
He stared at her, his lips parted. She wanted more than ever to feel his kiss on her lips, her flesh.
He cleared his throat. “I have to go. I have to talk to the doctor now.”
She sighed. “But you’ll be back?”
“Yes. I promise.”
She released his hand, but her body was still filled with wanting. And she was so tired. She was always tired now, it seemed.
“I think I will sleep while you’re away.”
“I’ll shut off the light on my way out.”
He smiled, stood and left the room. Left her system humming with need.
She lay in the dark, wishing sleep would come so she could call to Asmodeus to satisfy her needs. But sleep eluded her.
Instead, she let her left hand, the one undamaged, wander beneath the cool white sheet, over her body. She touched her breasts, her fingertips feathering over the hardening nipples, imagining Declan’s touch. Her breasts grew full, warm, her nipples like two stones, the flesh rising to meet her fingers. She pulled on them lightly, then harder, as Asmodeus had often instructed her, bringing them to two fine points.
She spread her thighs and dipped her hand between them, desire swarming her as her fingers slipped in the wetness there. She rubbed the lips of her sex, felt them swell beneath her touch.
What would Declan’s hands feel like between her thighs? His mouth?
“Ah…”
Pleasure stabbed deep, simply thinking about his head between her thighs, his tongue hot and wet. Asmodeus had often told her how this could be done. Her hips arched and she slid one fingertip inside her sex, careful not to probe too deeply, not to breach her maidenhead. But how she wanted that sensation of being filled. By Declan.
She pictured his face once more, looking at her body. Would he keep his gaze on hers as he entered her? Or would his eyes clench shut in ecstasy?
She shivered, need shimmering through her in small waves that grew moment by moment. She pressed the heel of her hand against her mound, hard over her tight clitoris.
Declan…
Would he kiss her as he drove into her body? Would he put his hot mouth on her neck? Take her nipples into his mouth?
“Ah…”
Her hips were pumping up to meet her hand, her sex growing wetter and wetter. And in her mind it was Declan’s hands on her, his mouth, drawing her nipples in, his tongue swirling over the tips while he pressed deep into her flesh.
Her climax shimmered like a mirage in the distance, then roared through her, taking her by surprise. Hard and fast, the spasms of pleasure taking her over,
She wanted Declan so badly she ached with it. But he seemed interested only in talking with her now. Perhaps when she had healed he would want her. When she was strong enough to take a man into her body, as she had waited her entire life to do. She squeezed her thighs together to ease the ache there.
“I’m sorry, Declan. What did you ask?”
“I asked if you’re feeling up to talking about this. The Grandmother. Your life with her.”
“It hurts to think of her. That I will not see her again.” She paused, her fingers twisting in the sheet. “That I have been cast out.”
“That’s what happened to you? You were cast out?”
She shrugged. “Yes. I will never go back there, to the compound. To The Grandmother. Even if I knew my way back. I don’t know what I will do now, what my life will be.”
“I’ll help you figure that out. We just need to find a place for you when you’re released in a few days. I’ll talk to your doctor, figure things out from there. Okay?”
“Yes. Thank you, Declan.”
She reached for him, took his hand. Surprise rippled across his face, then his fingers closed around hers, his skin warm and dry. And an arc of desire flickered over her skin. She could see in his face he felt it, too. He tried to draw his hand back, but she held on as tightly as she could.
“Angel…”
“Don’t let go, Declan. Don’t let me go.”
He stared at her, his lips parted. She wanted more than ever to feel his kiss on her lips, her flesh.
He cleared his throat. “I have to go. I have to talk to the doctor now.”
She sighed. “But you’ll be back?”
“Yes. I promise.”
She released his hand, but her body was still filled with wanting. And she was so tired. She was always tired now, it seemed.
“I think I will sleep while you’re away.”
“I’ll shut off the light on my way out.”
He smiled, stood and left the room. Left her system humming with need.
She lay in the dark, wishing sleep would come so she could call to Asmodeus to satisfy her needs. But sleep eluded her.
Instead, she let her left hand, the one undamaged, wander beneath the cool white sheet, over her body. She touched her breasts, her fingertips feathering over the hardening nipples, imagining Declan’s touch. Her breasts grew full, warm, her nipples like two stones, the flesh rising to meet her fingers. She pulled on them lightly, then harder, as Asmodeus had often instructed her, bringing them to two fine points.
She spread her thighs and dipped her hand between them, desire swarming her as her fingers slipped in the wetness there. She rubbed the lips of her sex, felt them swell beneath her touch.
What would Declan’s hands feel like between her thighs? His mouth?
“Ah…”
Pleasure stabbed deep, simply thinking about his head between her thighs, his tongue hot and wet. Asmodeus had often told her how this could be done. Her hips arched and she slid one fingertip inside her sex, careful not to probe too deeply, not to breach her maidenhead. But how she wanted that sensation of being filled. By Declan.
She pictured his face once more, looking at her body. Would he keep his gaze on hers as he entered her? Or would his eyes clench shut in ecstasy?
She shivered, need shimmering through her in small waves that grew moment by moment. She pressed the heel of her hand against her mound, hard over her tight clitoris.
Declan…
Would he kiss her as he drove into her body? Would he put his hot mouth on her neck? Take her nipples into his mouth?
“Ah…”
Her hips were pumping up to meet her hand, her sex growing wetter and wetter. And in her mind it was Declan’s hands on her, his mouth, drawing her nipples in, his tongue swirling over the tips while he pressed deep into her flesh.
Her climax shimmered like a mirage in the distance, then roared through her, taking her by surprise. Hard and fast, the spasms of pleasure taking her over,
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