My dream-self quirked a brow. “Oh?”
“Something about running his tongue down your body.”
Oh fuck. My smile fell.
“Interesting,” my dream-self drawled, egging him on.
Was she insane?
“Do you know what it feels like to ache, Lucille?” His voice lifted with curiosity, almost sounding sweet, but danger lurked beneath the higher tone.
I’d never been more worried or aroused in my life.
“Do you?” my dream-self asked.
Did she not realize she’d crossed the line into a circle of Hell—one that was shadowed, tatted, and gilded in gold? Were her warning bells missing? Because mine were sounding off loud and clear. We had just taunted a dark, merciless angel, and his subconscious was about to enact vengeance on us.
He hummed—the sound a soft, sweet caress.
Heavenly Hell.
I’d never heard him hum like that. I had to physically restrain my toes from curling against his soft rug. Really, I needed to leave. This scene was better off playing out before it became seared into my mind forever, like that heart was.
“Let me show you what it’s like.” His shadows struck, tearing off her black panties and exposing her.
He hummed again, but this time it sounded like he was savoring a bite of chocolate cake. I bit my lip. My dream-self grinned.
He crawled up his bed, prowling toward her like a predator who hadclearly caught his desired prey. I’d never unsee him on his hands and knees.
I’d never unsee him dropping his head between her—my—legs.
His tongue dragged up our core. She arched, and we both moaned, but for different reasons.
Fuck.
I clamped a hand over my mouth, waiting for Ronen to turn around and see me. But he didn’t. My dream-self’s moan must’ve covered mine.
Ronen did it again, swirling his tongue over her clit and making her squirm. Ronen chuckled against her, his hands and shadows creeping up her thighs to pin her down. She begged for more. Needed more.
Heavenly Hell, how I needed more. Part of me wanted to strip and replace my dream-self, to see his face as I fell under his mercy. I fingered the waistband of my shorts. Just a couple steps. I could replace her and see all of him—feel all of him.
I stepped forward and watched his tongue plunge inside her. Then I trailed my gaze down his body and finally caught a glimpse of his cock. Something glinted at the tip. No way… I moved closer, eyes glued to the metal.
His cock was pierced.
Heavenly Hell. Kill me now.
My hip bumped the bedframe, startling me out of my shock.
He paused.
I luscelered to the other room. My heart rate climbed as I waited.
Why didn’t I leave?
But I knew why in the next second.
Ronen never came to investigate what hit his bed. Instead, he continued doing things that forced obscene moans from her mouth. Their noises gave me a perfect picture of what was happening. I sank into a chair in his sitting area, visualizing his tongue thrusting inside her, then the tip of his pierced cock. I didn’t even have to imagine how wet my dream-self was. I could feel it. My panties were soaked.
