Chapter 39
“You’re so wet, love.” Jules pinched the soft skin, unfolding her like a book, and the feather’s shaft scratched along the inside of her nether lips. She froze as he curved around her clitoris. A soft sound escaped her throat—that sharp point would be unbearable, if he dragged it over her clit, but she wanted that contact so badly, it would almost be worth the pain. “God, you’re gushing.” He sounded awed.
The point of the feather scraped the soft flesh of her stomach, pressing harder now, on the edge of pain even for this less-sensitive skin. It took her a moment to realize he was carving his name into her, and then she started shaking. Another moan slipped free. He looked down into her eyes as he began to trace a spiral around her breast. Shanna arched her back again, pleading.
As the feather’s point reached the edge of her aureola, he bent, and his mouth closed over her other nipple, and she sobbed in mingled relief and frustration. “Please,” she whimpered. “God, please!”