been most helpful as they explained ways to self-pleasure and demonstrated on themselves, instructing her to follow their motions. She had dutifully learned their techniques, except she had imagined Vetis administering the languid caresses, until she brought herself to climax.
The experience had been...fine. Lovely.
But she longed for him. Not for her own administered affection. She ached for his hands to stroke and plunder and sate her desires. To fill that hollow place that resided within her. All these years she’d been unaware of how empty she truly was until Vetis had shown her.
And Gods, how wonderful. She had desires!
She had never believed she could be normal. She had considered herself doomed. Who would have ever thought that a Demon could awaken her body? And now that she was ready for him, ready to complete the bargain....
He was nowhere to be found.
The door blew open with a gust of wind.
The slow thud of her heartbeat reverberated through her body. Her nipples pebbled, her womb clenched, everything within her tightened as she waited to discover if Vetis had come to attend her.
He stood in the doorway, a dark silhouette in the flickering lights from the shadowed hallway. Clad in leather Engineer boots, snug leather breeches, and a fine silk shirt, he lounged with lazy grace against the doorframe.
“My Lord.” The title rasped over vocal chords gone suddenly dry. Was tonight the night? She was ready for him. Ready to submit.
He strode into the room like a dark warrior intent on conquest. The silvery moonlight shadowed his face in lines of menace and his hooded eyes burned with intensity.
She lay against the stiff back of the chaise, unsure what to do next. “Are you...unwell?”
The Graces had given her a gown of pale pink, similar to their own, but with panels so fine it was painfully obvious when her nipples tightened beneath the filmy sheer fabric. He stopped as if drunk on the sight of her, bathed and pampered and lotioned, ready for his pleasure. The bulge in his breeches belied the shadows she thought she’d seen.
“We will both be very well. Quite soon, I might add.”
Her heart triple-timed at the promise inherent in his words. “I am...very glad to hear so, my Lord.”
He eased down next to her and caged her between his muscled arms. The heat from his body crowded her, pulsating like a living breathing entity, as he traced one finger slowly across the sensitive skin of her collarbone.
Goosebumps shimmied along her skin. Her nipples tightened in response to the simple caress. He nuzzled her with his jaw before licking up the side of her neck with his hot, agile tongue. Then Vetis traced the shape of her ear with his nose and inhaled slowly. “Mmm, there is nothing sweeter than the scent of a well-pleasured woman.”
His tongue curled around the edge of her jaw as he traced his hand from the curve of her shoulder down to her fingers. Like a proper English gentleman, he lifted her hand to his mouth in a courtly gesture. But then he dragged her fingers along his nose and drew them into his mouth.
The rasp of his tongue against her flesh sent a spear of electricity thrumming through her. Arousal arrowed through her body and straight to her womb.
She gasped, dizzy from the heat and the power. “Except perhaps the scent of man and woman well-pleasured together.”
A wicked smile tilted his lips as he surveyed her body and then narrowed in on her nipples. Puckered and waiting for his kiss, the pert tips strained against the sheer material.
But he ignored her breasts and trailed his hand leisurely down her stomach to her female core. The panels had been draped modestly over her, but somehow they must have fallen open, for her curls were exposed to his heavy-lidded perusal.
“You’ve learned well, my sweet.” Exploring the same path his gaze had taken, he feathered his fingers along her bare skin then gently flicked one nipple. Her body jerked at the unexpected contact.
He cupped
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