The Maiden (The Cloister Trilogy 1)

Everything goes blank, my body chasing after what he’d offered. I hate myself, but I don’t lie to him. “Yes.”

His weight lifts. “Turn over.”

I push over onto my back and stare up at him, a dark god with hell in his eyes.

“Spread your legs.”

I’m damned to obey. No, I want to obey.

“Good lamb.” His lashes lower, and he drops to his knees. Gripping my hips, he yanks me toward him. “Tell me you want me to eat your virgin pussy.”

I bite my lip, the truth stuck in my throat.

A jolt and a sting rush through me. I yelp and try to sit up. His wide palm on my chest pushes me back down.

“You slapped me.” I grip his wrist. “You slapped me down there.”

Smack. I jump and squirm as he slaps me again. A heady feeling, one that shoots me even higher than his fingers, rushes through me.

“This is for disobeying.” He hits me again, right on my clit.

I try to close my legs, but his broad shoulders prevent it.

“This too.” Another slap.

I’m writhing, desperate to escape or something worse, to surrender.

“Tell me you want to come on my mouth.” He rears back and delivers a stinging slap that brings tears to my eyes.

His gaze burns into mine as he rears back again.

“Yes.” I choke out. “Yes, please.”

With a guttural noise he leans forward and opens his mouth wide. I jerk when his tongue licks me from bottom to top. It feels wrong, overwhelming, and utterly addictive.

“Adam!” I grip the blanket.

He slides his tongue up and focuses on my clit, that little bundle of nerves that seems to light up my entire body. “Eyes on me.”

I stare down at him, my breasts heaving as I try to catch my breath and fail. His tongue is a weapon, one he wields with delicious efficiency. He slices through my modesty, my fear, and goes straight for the kill. I can’t separate myself from this moment, can’t escape his clutches, and I don’t want to.

My hips move as his fingers dig into my skin. He isn’t gentle, doesn’t give me any reprieve from his lashing tongue. Wet noises bounce off the walls, and I’m too high to be embarrassed. High on him.

When I thrust my hips against his mouth, he groans, the sound vibrating through me, adding to the maelstrom of tension between my thighs. I’ve never felt arousal like this. It’s so intense it hovers on the verge of nausea.

I close my eyes, but gasp and open them when he pinches my clit with his teeth.

“Watch me.” He licks his lips. “I want to see your face when I tear you apart.”

“Oh my—”

He focuses on that one spot of white heat, his tongue whipping faster. My legs shake, and everything shrinks—all of my thoughts and emotions folding in on themselves until I’m nothing more than a pulsing kernel of need. And he knows just how to make me pop.

I can’t hold it back, my entire body tensing. My pleasure bursts on his tongue and floods my body like a tidal wave. I thought I’d come before. I never had, not until Adam Monroe was between my thighs. Thoughts disappear as I let out a raw cry, my body contracting and relaxing to the tempo of his tongue. My orgasm isn’t linear. It’s a rollercoaster, loops and drops that rob me of my balance and keep me guessing. I can only breathe again at the end when the train returns to the station, slow and languid, it’s occupants sated and exhilarated.

“Naughty little lamb. Next time I’m going to record those obscene noises you make.” He gives me one more lick and stands, gazing down at my boneless body with animal satisfaction. Leaning down, he runs his fingers along my slit. I shake at his touch, the sensation too much. He brings them to his lips and smears my wetness there, then licks the rest from his fingertips.

Oh my god.

My eyes travel south to the bulge in his pants, and I swallow hard. For the first time in my life, a thrill goes through me at the thought of pleasuring a man with my mouth. But Adam isn’t just any man. I know that now. He’s my weakness, the one thing that could derail my search for the truth.

“Do you want it?” He runs the heel of his palm along the thick ridge.

“I-I—”

“I’ll tell you what I want. My cock so deep in your mouth that you can’t breathe, that you can’t do anything except suck and pray that I pull back before you suffocate.” His guttural voice strokes the jagged parts of my desire. “Tears in your eyes, your hands gripping my thighs, and fear. So much fear.”

I sit up, my body trembling. “You want me afraid?”

He tilts my chin up so I meet his gaze. “Fear that you love it. Fear of how filthy you are when you’re on your knees for me. Afraid of your own wants. Afraid of how far you’ll go to please me and yourself. That’s what I want to see. What I will see.” Dropping his hand, he stalks around the bed and snatches up his shirt and jacket.