Free Twist (Siren Publishing Allure) by Kat Barrett Page A

wildly and then pulling back. He was gone.
    Lana moaned, the air feeling icy. She was afraid that he had walked out on her again, but then he unbuckled her thighs and ankles, rubbing each leg briskly before laying it down softly. “You okay?”
    “Yes.”
    His lips brushed over hers, and then something spattered between her breasts. It was excruciatingly hot, burning her quickly and then cooling, hardening. It came again, flashes of heated pain moving across her breast. Her body tensed, each glorious, torturous contact flaring out, filling her with anxiety. Her mind was racing, waiting as the torment seared though her, burning into her groin like liquid fire. He was relentless, and she could almost feel the flame upon her skin, melting, dripping, as he lazily wound a trail down her stomach. Lana was petrified to move, unable to judge the height of the candle. He stopped for a moment, and in her mind, she could see him, holding the candle upright, allowing the melting wax to pool. In her silence, she waited, listening to the click of the clock, the uneven gasps of her breathing. Her body was on fire, covered with tiny tightened spatters of hardening wax that tugged upon her singed skin with each breath she took.
    Lana jumped, a scream trapped behind her bared teeth, sizzling rapture filling her as he poured a solid line across the apex of her mound, the liquid congealing to catch in single strands of her slightly overgrown hair. Silence again, seconds, hours, Lana could no longer tell, her body and mind consumed by sensation.
    Enar slid the blindfold from her eyes, his face and naked body shadowed in the light of a single candle. In his other hand, he held one of the pies he had purchased earlier in the evening, and before she even had a chance to consider what he was doing, he flipped it, smashing it on her chest.
    Ice-cold chocolate and whipped cream covered her searing skin, oozing up between her breasts like arctic slush. Enar began to laugh, the sound filling the room. He drove his palms into the filling and rubbed it over her body. Lana shivered, moaning as Enar scooped up a handful of chocolate mash and smeared it over her lips, leaning to kiss her. The sweetness of the embrace was elegant, his palms drifting down her flesh. He played a tune upon her aching breasts, his fingers tugging and flexing her overheated nipples, the wax stretching and snapping against her skin. Leaning back, he watched her, licking his lips with approval. Enar leaned forward. His tongue was everywhere, licking her, biting her, his touch building upon the already-raging fire that flared and flickered within her pussy as it became ever wetter. Lana arched her back, whimpering but hesitant to beg him. She had no idea how he would react to her requests, honoring them or denying her because she had the audacity to speak the question. Reality was a completely different beast from what she had read.
    His mouth flowed down her stomach, tiny kisses that stopped before he reached the marker line of wax above her pubic hair. He continued to stroke her sticky skin with his palms, occasionally stopping to pick a hardened piece of wax from her and flick it to the floor. “What are you thinking?”
    Her rapid breathing had left her mouth dry, and she tried to suck some saliva onto her tongue. “I’m not thinking. You’ve reduced me to a state of solid sensation. How do you feel about begging?”
    He chuckled, his teeth speckled with pieces of chocolate and piecrust. “Try me. Tell me what you want.”
    “I want you to finish this. I can’t take much more. Please.”
    “Finish it how? Say it.”
    “Fuck me.”
    He leaned, his nose touching hers as he shook his head. “Wrong answer. I dislike that. Try again.”
    “Have sex with me, fill me with your dick?”
    “Better, but make it more personal. You are not a one-night stand, and I like sentiment.”
    She shivered at the dark undertones in his voice. “Please, make love to me?”
    Enar’s lips