Today, I finished Chapter 16 of Messy Death. Rising action begins NOW! Woot, Woot. Here’s a look at how things are going for Vira Silk.
I put my hand in his and the moment our skin touched need flared. The need to touch more of him, to run my fingers over all of his soft, creamy body. I wanted to have and be had by Rally no matter how disastrous the implications.
“Ready?” He asked sounding a bit more alert.
I nodded. It was safer than trying to speak and much less awkward.
“Here we go then.” He drew my arm to his lips fixing the wrist with a moist kiss that spun every chaste thought I should’ve had right out of my head. It was deep and wet; the kind of open-mouthed kiss you save for more sensitive parts of the anatomy.
I felt myself tighten when teeth gently scraped across my pulse point, but it was the follow-up that made me moan. His tongue suckled flesh, lapping at it until that sensation was all that I could feel. All I wanted to feel. Another moan filled the room. This time it belonged to Rally.
Hearing him react that way, knowing, this time, it wasn’t imagined intensified everything, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it didn’t.