“I-I don’t know if I can,” I admit, since my arms are still weak from the other night, my wrists still red and chafed.
“Give me your hands,” he commands with one predatory gaze.
I slip them into his palm, and then he rips all my breath away by thrusting them above my head and holding them there. Luffa sponge brushing my palms while his other hand undoes the unlabeled bottle cap.
I suck in a deep breath. “You don’t need to?—”
“Iknow whatmywoman needs,” he growls, and my whole body shivers.
I purse my lips as he applies the lavender soap to my wrists first, luffa caressing my skin as his eyes stroke every inch of me, exploring, appreciating.
It took five years of deconstruction to get me to body acceptance after a lifetime of brainwashing. Women’s bodies are temptations, especially mine. It didn’t belong to me. It belonged to my future husband. My hair made me a curiosity and a pariah. Every single behavior, every little action was monitored, an opportunity for new punishments. Something as small as collecting herbs, caring for a stray cat, or taking off my stockings to sink my bare feet into Easthaven Creek.
Dangerous, full birthing hips. Plumper breasts that tempted men to sin. A pert, heart-shaped ass. No. Notbirthinghips. Not anymore.
Jude strokes the luffa across every teeth mark, every stripe, every welt, and my body comes alive. He takes no prisoners with my breasts, but my nipples still stiffen. Every caress feels divine. Divine torture.
If this is what sin feels like, I’ll take hell any day.
“Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” Jude says as he rubs the luffa along my stomach and lower.
“And you’re beautiful.”
I clamp my mouth shut, realizing I said it out loud. Jude’s hand freezes at my nether curls. Every muscle in his body bulges. My blood rips so alive in me, I wonder if it will tear right through my pores to weep before the man before me. No, not a man. A god. All gods.
Can I truly be their goddess?
Jude chucks the luffa to the floor. He lifts me, stealing my breath and pushing his body between my legs until I squeeze my thighs around his waist. Fire and ice burst through me. He still doesn’t let go of my wrists. One feral gaze is all I get before his mouth crashes against mine. I moan again and again as he kisses me and grinds his cock against my pelvis. I can barely move. He holds me here with his power and hunger.
After slapping the wall once, twice, Jude cups my breast, thumbing my nipple. I throw my head back and gasp. It’s sensitive, still red and swollen, but…when he pauses, I shake my head and plead, “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.”
His lips roam along the side of my neck, raining down kiss after kiss until he arrives at my breast, still holding the base when he wraps his lips around the erect bud. I gasp again,arching my back to give him more. I’d touch him everywhere if I could, but one hand still cages my wrists.
“You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever met,” he says before taking my other nipple in his mouth. “Inside and out.” His cock throbs against my belly. And I’m like a writhing cat in heat, demanding more.
Desperation jolts through me when he lifts his head from my breast, touches his lips to my ear, and peels back wet strands from my face so he may look into my eyes. “Tell me to stop.”
“Wh-why?” I tremble beneath him, our heartbeats pounding together. His chest rubs my breasts as he grinds that damn nine-inch dick against me.
“Because I am a goddamn doctor, and I must tell you how medically wrong it would be for me to fill you when you require healing. I’ll ruin you, Babydoll.” He tilts his head, licking his lips.
I bite the inside of my cheek, still trapped here. Wanting. Needing. Praying. And knowing it would be wrong. It will hurt like hell. My inner muscles are clenching. But oh, god! Yes, he is a god, carved from dusky stone.
“And as your god?” I flick my eyes to his. All the water droplets streaming down his face, they’re like diamonds against his velvety skin.
A muscle bounces in his jaw. He seizes my jaw, fingers digging in, firmly without hurting me. “As your god, I’ll shove myself up your sweet pussy so deep. I won’t stop until it’s choking on my cock. I’d burn you so much, you’ll feel my heat anytime you get fucked.”
I suck ragged breaths, overwhelmed. My pulse spins out of control. My vision darkens, but I force myself to stay in the present. Desperate to touch him.
“Then, ruin me, Cheekbones.”
He gives me the most devilish smirk, it shoots currents of heat right into my pussy.
When I push my wrists against his hand, Jude flicks his gaze up, then screws his brows low. His cock softens immediately.
“What?” I whimper.
