Page 31 of Godless Creatures
I rummaged through the operation room and my gaze caught on the Electroconvulsive Therapy Machine (ECT). I planted it next to the stretcher and opened a new set of sterile electrode pads.
She was a banquet of sin, my restrained golden girl. I approached her like the starved beast I was, my eyes never wavering from her alluring form.
She tracked me with pinpointed focus. “What about yours? What’s your Variant?”
My mouth curved into a hungry smirk. “Mine’s more primal. Like an alter ego, perhaps. When there isn’t a suppressant in place and my Variant is triggered, my physical senses heighten, and I turn into a predator.”
I crawled atop the stretcher, her knees parting to accommodate my bulk. She was confident, not shy to show off her body, and receptive to my observation. It was beyond fucking sexy.
“Touch becomes sensitive.”
Kneeling between her open thighs, I raised one of her legs and massaged her calf in aching suspense. My tongue flicked out to saturate my lips at the unobstructed, appetising view, her centre bare and dripping from her previous orgasm.
“Vision sharpens.”
Yielding to her undulating call, I proceeded to suck and lick up her toned leg. When I bit the inside of her knee, Micah’s pelvis buckled upward amid a sharp, unbelieving gasp.
“Sound amplifies.”
Folding forward onto my stomach, my face hovered directly in front of her shining centre. Pressing closer, my nose scraped between her inviting lips, dousing my nose in her desire.
“And my sense of smell and taste increase beyond comprehension,” I finished, my voice gruff.
My tongue dipped out for another desperate taste, a thunderous snarl vibrating through my chest as her essence saturated the lining of my mouth.
Micah wasn’t faring any better, her muscles practically quivering from my minute measures. I pulled back slightly and attached the electrode pads to her inner thighs.
I never did anything lightly, and I wasn’t about to start. The first time I tasted Micah had already become a core memory. We had an electrifying connection from the moment we met, and it was time to make that a physical reality.
Raising on my elbows, I caught her attention. “Safe word?”
Her lustful gaze faltered. “Safe word?”
My fingers curled forward, scarcely skimming her hypersensitive clit. “I’m here to give you pleasure, baby, and a little pain. So I need a safe word.”
She gyrated her hips forward, searching for more of my touch. “Don’t stop.”
I withdrew and tsked. “That’s a bit confusing.”
“For fuck’s sake, August. You’ll know when to stop when I’ve broken these chains and choked you out with them.”
“Hmm, kinky.”
Micah legitimately growled, and I couldn’t help chuckling. Before she could cuss me out again, I switched the ECT machine onto the lowest setting.
Gentle pulses of electricity stimulated her nerve endings, causing her thigh muscles to pulsate and tense.
“More,” she said.
Who was I to refuse? I upped the electricity, her legs spasming from the contracted waves.
“More,” she repeated, her tone practically begging, body fucking trembling. I followed her command, the setting high and surely on the verge of pain, not even the pads of the ECT machine silencing her plea. Further proof she was fucking made for me.
“Still with me, baby?”
She bit into her lip. “Mmm,it hurts so good.”
I was going to come in my pants just from watching her.