Because I belonged here.
Suspended.
Waiting.
Even though, my body begged and my instincts howled. If she left me down here another second, I would drown. . .willingly.
Tora. . .
As if she heard me, her palm left my chest.
I rose, breaking the surface on her order alone.
Water splashed.
Air rushed into me like wine poured too quickly into a crystal glass—spilling, flooding, overwhelming.
I gasped.
Oh fuck!
My chest rose hard.
Next, came ragged inhales.
One.
Two.
Three.
Each one tearing into me.
Oxygen hit my blood in a dizzying rush.
Tilting the world at its edges.
Water ran over my lids.
Gasping, I blinked over and over.
Heat from the bath clung to my skin while the cool bite of air kissed my face, and the contrast left me swaying.
My adrenaline spiked.
My cock jerked.
I’d thought my senses had been sharpened already, but now they were blinding.
Tripled.
Electrified.
The room swam in a fever of sensations—candles flaring in gold bursts at the edges of my vision, water streaming down my jaw in hot rivulets.
The air tasted different now.
Metallic.
