Even so, my hands were hesitant and shaking as my right one drifted up towards my breasts. I didn’t understand why I shouldtouch it. Why it would feel good. It was just a lump filled with milk to feed a child, nothing more. What could I possibly gain from touching it?
I slid my left hand up over my breast and rested it there, focusing on the way it felt. My breasts were much larger than my hands, and I could feel my hardened nipple press into the palm of it.
My brows furrowed as I continued to lay there.“What do I do now, Azrael?”
Seconds ticked by.“Do whatever your instincts tell you to do,”his voice came.
Right, but what was that? My entire life, I’ve been doing whattheytold me to do. What the Good Book required of me. Everything was habit, but this? This was going against everything I was raised to believe in. Did I even have instincts to listen to?
I released a slow breath. Okay, just…just think about killing Thomas again.
I let the image flicker to life in my mind. Thomas crying out, me holding the knife, Azrael standing mere feet away, smiling proudly. “Do it, little sinner, make him pay for the sins he’s committed against you. Take your vengeance.”
That flutter between my legs came back, and I felt my right hand squeeze my breast slightly.
My breath caught as the pressure on my nipple grew, causing a small shock to shoot down my spine and straight between my legs.
I jerked my hand away, my eyes flying open, staring into dark nothingness. I held my breath, my heart skipping. Was that what he meant by ‘tingly’? I thought about it a moment, trying to understand the feeling. Had it felt good? I couldn’t remember.
I flexed my hand and forced my eyes closed again. After a few more seconds, I grabbed my breast with my left hand andsqueezed again, digging my nails into the soft flesh of my breast, feeling my nipple roll up towards my fingers, causing a little more pressure.
I released a breath, my hand sliding down until my fingers caressed it. I pinched it between my fingers and squeezed again, feeling my back arch a little as the flutter between my legs became a throbbing ache, forcing myself to keep touching myself. Not just because Azrael told me to, but because I was curious. Why did it feel good?
It shouldn’t have felt this good, not according to the books I had. Women weren’t meant to feel anything. We didn’t have the same nerves as the men did, but this felt good.Reallygood. Like warm electricity buzzing around my insides.
My right hand gripped my dress, pulling it up slightly, the skirt falling away from my legs.
I rolled my nipple again, sending another wave of pleasure down my spine, my hips lifting, trying to find something. In response, my right hand slowly slid between my legs, pressing gently over my panties, feeling the warm sensation of the arousal, he had called it.
I was aroused.
Because of the blood?
Because of him?
I pressed down a little, feeling a shock shoot down to my toes.
I gasped, jerking my hand away only to freeze.“It’ll feel tingly at first, but don’t shy away from that feeling.”
I chewed on my lip, squeezing my nipple hard again, forcing my hand back between my legs. It was normal, that’s what I took from his words. I shouldn’t shy away from it because it was normal.
So, I pressed my fingers back against that slit between my legs, keeping my fingers above my panties.
That zing of electricity shot right back towards my toes again, causing them to curl, my hips to lift, and my hand to squeeze again.
Oh, it felt so good. Soverygood.
I leaned back into the carpet, moving my fingers around, feeling the wetness grow even more as I imagined Azrael watching me kill Thomas. How proud he was of me, the blood splattering his face, my face, as I slammed that knife into his chest over and over again.
My lips parted, my fingers sliding under my panties, finding a soft warmth down there. Everything felt like it was on fire. Like I was floating. I felt as if there were sparks erupting everywhere inside of me, building and building.
I moved my fingers faster, feeling them slip inside, gasping when I found the spot that the sensation was coming from.“Oh, God,”I thought, moving my hips up and down, digging my nails into my breast as I twisted my nipple, the arousal coating my fingers. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The feeling just kept building and building until—
I inhaled sharply, my entire body shaking as a tsunami of warm electricity washed over me.
Seconds later I collapsed onto the floor, panting. I opened my eyes, gazing into the darkness as I slowly pulled my hands away from myself. What was that? Was that what the men felt? An orgasm?
I thought women couldn’t have those.
