The part of my brain screamed a useless warning before being drowned in a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated lust. This was no mere aromatic trigger; it was an opiate, a divine command my body was incapable of disobeying—a warfare that left me weaponless and willing.
His mouth began to move again, not with the hesitance of a lover, but with the absolute certainty of a god reacquainting himself with his creation... his mouth found the sliver of exposed skin between my breasts not by chance, but as a magnet finds its pole—inevitable, unstoppable.
He opened his mouth and breathed on it, a warm, damp exhalation of pure intent that made the skin bead with sweat and my breath hitch in a ragged, desperate gasp. My body jerked involuntarily, hips bucking off the mattress as if electrocuted.
"This body..." the word was a resonant frequency that vibrated through my chest, rattling my ribs. "Has been a prayer I've been waiting to answer."
