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“Cassi, you need to get up.”
I smack his hand away and slide down to lay on the floor. As my eyes flutter shut, I say, “Just leave me here.”
“NO!”
I crack open a peeper to see him glowering down at me. He stuffs his hands under my armpits and pulls me to my feet.
“You need to get in the shower, you’re burning up.”
Well, I can’t argue with that. It feels like red hot coals are being pressed against my skin. He shuts the toilet seat and I plop down on it while he turns on the water taps.
He pulls me back to my feet once again and tugs my jeans down; the towel drops forgotten to the floor. At this point I’m like a zombie, standing there without a care in the world. But then I hear him suck in his breath and I look at his face. His eyes alight with what looks like static electricity, and I know without a doubt our union will be a sizzling one.
He lifts me in his arms and murmurs, “I’ve seen you naked so many times over the years but none of it compares to how you look right now.”
Did he mean that in a good way or a bad way? Cuz right now I feel like the gum on the bottom of someone’s shoe. I want to say something, anything but I’m just too weak to. He holds me underneath the cool spray, just standing there, looking into my eyes as I shiver uncontrollably.
“Do you think you will be able to stand?” he asks. “There’s something I have to do.”
I nod. “Only one way to find out.” He sets me on my feet, and I stand there shaking like a leaf. My teeth start to chatter, and I stutter out. “Wh... what do you need to do?”
He gently takes hold of my upper arms and bends down to look me in the eyes. “You’ve been envenomated.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means you have venom in you, that I need to suck out.”
That perked me the hell up. “WHAT?! How?”
He brushes the wet hair off my shoulder and drops his gaze. “There. The imp did it when it had you pinned to the bed.”
Panic sets in as I look down and see what looks like black spider veins running from the wounds, down my arms and spreading to my chest. I snap my eyes to his and in a hushed whisper, ask, “Am I going to die?”
“Not on my watch you aren’t. But it’s gonna hurt. Just whatever you do, don’t move.”
I vigorously nod my head and watch in awe as he bends towards me. He’s mere inches from my breast and all I can think of is him clamping his lips onto my nipple. I mean if I’m going to die, what better way to go than having him suck on it?
He raises a brow and grins. “We will get to that, but first the venom comes out. Remember, don’t move...”
“I won’t,” I say and make a mental note to remember he can read my mind.
Scared shitless of the unknown, I draw in a sharp breath as his lips touch my skin. He opens his mouth and flicks his tongue over the first wound, then jabs it into it. I scream in agony as I feel the poison being drawn out of my blood vessels. As the pain subsides, it’s replaced with a delicious feeling of pleasure. Odd reaction, right? It’s like he put a spell on me or something. And I know he said not to move but I couldn’t help myself. I ram my fingers in his hair and hold his head fast to me until I feel him back off.
He spits the poison out at our feet then bends his head once more. Only this time he captures that nipple between his teeth while his tongue dances across it. Little jolts hum through my veins causing a heaviness between my thighs.
Wanting to feel him, my hands go to his belt, and I’m relieved he doesn’t stop me. He gathers me in his arms, and I lean back, allowing him to take his fill as I unzip his jeans and eagerly plunge my hand inside, seeking out his cock. I froze when my hand encountered steel. “You have a Prince Albert piercing?” I whisper.
He glances up at me and nods. “For you.”
Well damn it all, I orgasmed on the spot. Not at once mind you, but when my overactive imagination pictured us doing the deed, his cock slick with my wetness sliding in and out of me with that ring hitting my g spot every stroke, yeah, you’re damn right I went off. I could not wait to have him between my legs doing just that.
“Can we get married tonight instead?” I ask.
He laughs. “No. Not tonight. After I suck the other wound clean, we both need to rest and recuperate.”
“I feel a lot better now—”
“You think you are, but that’s not a risk I’m willing to take...”
