Blood Red (32 page)

It was almost like his eyes were caressing her skin.

Softly, gently. Red felt shivers go down her spine. A deep throb erupted in her groin.

His talon retracted into his flesh like a cat’s. He touched her with just his fingertip. He trailed it down her chest to her nipple. He circled each nipple lazily, teasingly.

“You are a very erotic woman. Everything about you emanates sex. Especially your hard, tight body.”

He moved his finger up and down her sternum, between her breasts. “Your muscles tighten and bulge with each light touch of my finger. You quiver at even a whisper.” He leaned forward and blew across her nipples.

Red tried to shrink away, but she was immobile.

She could feel her body shake, her muscles twitch.

Her sex ached. His light feathery touches were driving her over the edge.

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Drake trailed his finger down over her belly. He circled her navel, then continued down. He reached the band of her trousers.

“You see, Red, I know what hurts you. Pain only makes you stronger. But pleasure…pleasure makes you weak.”

His talon pushed out. He trailed it down over the front of her pants to the middle of her crotch. Then he moved behind her and trailed his finger from her waistband over her buttocks down to the same spot.

Red could feel the fabric open. Instantly the air hit her sex. She felt it moisten with want.

Drake stood back and looked at his handiwork. He grinned. He waved his hand down. The shackles at her ankles fell open. He waved his hand again. Red’s legs spread apart. The halves of her trousers unraveled down her legs. Her sex was laid bare.

“Exquisite.” Drake stepped back and leered down at her openness.

Red could feel her face flush from the lust pumping through her veins. She had never felt so wanton, so vapid. She wanted to feel repulsed, wanted to feel revolted by this baneful creature of the underworld touching her, lusting for her. She wanted to feel shame for the wetness of her sex, but instead she reveled in her lechery.

Drake smiled as her face flushed and sweat trickled down from her forehead. He watched the liquid trail as it ended at the tip of her rosy peaked nipple. He bent down and licked it from the tip.

Red gasped from the touch. Gasped from the sensations jolting through her body.

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