Chapter 102

He’s making me wait?

Building the anticipation?

Of course he is…

Movement…

The click of a footstep or two. The swish and rustle of fabric…

“Master?”

“Be quiet, Elizabeth.” But his words are slightly muffled. As though he is speaking through something in his mouth.

Then…

Once more, sensation…

Glorious, unbearable sensation.

But not now in beads and teardrops. Instead, it brushes over the nipple, flickering over the already stiff nub. The skin of the breast gooses, a prickling that spreads over my belly, rides up my spine into my hair, and lances through to my throbbing core.

My flesh shivers and flows. Arousal boils the blood over my breasts and neck. And a frigid kiss trickles over my breast bone then down. One rib. Two. Another… Then another.

Ice…

It’s ice…

“I already told you, Elizabeth. Breathe.”

Gulping, I suck in air, then lie still save for my panting.