Page 88 of Revenant

My breath hitches and I glance back at Elias’s sleeping form before replying.

Me: I can do my best…

Koen: I want you to do exactly as I say, can you do that for me?

Me: And if I don’t?

Koen: Then we’ll make it a party.

The insinuation is there, and I’m not sure if it’s meant to deter me, but the thought of having him and Elias…makes my heart skip a beat.

Rolling over to lie on my back, I anxiously wait for his next text.

Koen: Brush your fingers against the side of your neck. Feel how your body reacts to my words.

I listen without hesitation, the act seeming strange at first. The tips of my fingers brush against the sensitive area beneath my ear, before skating over my carotid, and I’m surprised to find he’s right. My pulse beats vigorously beneath my flesh, and I don’t stop until my fingers rest beneath my collarbone.

Koen: Did you feel it? The way your body reacts just to my words?

My other hand fumbles against the screen as I type my reply.

Me: Yes.

Koen: Imagine your hand is mine. Trail farther down, until you get to your pebbled nipples that I’m sure are awaiting my arrival.

I circle them both with a featherlike touch.

Koen: Enclose one with your fingers, pinch like you’d imagine my fangs to feel against the sensitive flesh.

Koen: Remember, stay quiet. We’re just getting started.

His warning rings loud and clear, and when I do as he says, I have to bite my lip to contain the moan threatening to escape, the taste of copper flooding my mouth.

Koen: Imagine it’s my fingers trailing over your sternum, my lips leaving punishing kisses over your stomach as my fingers trace down your navel.

I wish I could close my eyes, fully immerse myself in the fantasy he’s painting. My eyes quickly glance in Elias’s direction. His breathing still steady, body unmoving as if he’s none the wiser. I type a reply.

Me: Koen, this is…

Koen: This is nothing. But by the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish it was my bed you stayed in tonight.

Me: I can come to your room.

My need is growing stronger, and though part of me feels slightly guilty, I’m hoping he accepts my offer.

Koen: In time, love. Now be a good girl and do as I say.

Koen: Touch yourself. Describe it to me.

My fingers slip beneath my waistband, and I imagine it’s Koen pushing my panties aside. When I make contact, I’m embarrassed to find the slickness pooled at my core.

Koen: Are you wet for me?

I can barely type my reply.

Me: Yes.

Koen: What I would do to taste you right now.