And beneath it all was the bone-deep certainty I was safe with him.
Seconds stretched into what seemed like an eternity.I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until something feather-light brushed along my ribcage.
I jolted.
Not in fear.In relief.
His touch.
Finally.
But it left too soon, disappearing before I could chase it.Another ghost of contact whispered over my hip.Another down my arm.Never enough.Always gone before I could lean into it.
He was teasing me.
Drawing out every ounce of tension building low in my stomach.
Letting anticipation become its own kind of delicious torture.
Then a sharp scent cut through.
Like a match being struck, with something rich layered beneath it.
Warm.Sweet.Spicy.
Almost like cinnamon.
Did he just light a candle?
My breath hitched, my mind spinning with what he was doing.He didn’t give me long to consider before warmth touched my skin.
His mouth.
It closed around my nipple, drawing me into a pleasure so sharp I arched instinctively against the restraints.
But just as quickly, he stopped, leaving me aching.
Then heat wrapped around my nipple again.
This time, it was different.
Not soft.
Not gentle.
Hot.
Wax.
I gasped, the sound trapped inside the silence of the headphones, my back straining off the mattress.The heat dissolved into a tingling coolness, rippling outward in waves that made me shiver.Pain mixed with pleasure.Torment mixed with release.
Henry repeated the pattern on my other nipple, worshipping me first with his mouth, followed by the slow drip of wax, each drop stealing my breath and feeding the fire building inside me.
He continued down my frame, each lick of his tongue and drop of wax pulling me between two opposite sensations.But both catapulted my body higher and higher.
When he reached my stomach, I felt him pause before warm lips pressed reverently against the place I avoided looking.The scars Victor carved into me.The word that used to define me, whether I wanted it to or not.
He kissed it again.
