Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
His mouth quirks up on one side. “Curious, kitten?”
I nod, not trusting myself with words. Is he really serious? Are we still allowed to do things like this? Then I shake my head. Who the hell do I think I’m asking? Logan’s a doctor and I’ve got my PhD and have spent my life studying this disease. If we don’t know, who will?
Number one, there’s no reason we shouldn’t be able to, and number two, I’m not supposed to be thinking.
I trust Logan. For twenty minutes can I not just shut my freaking brain off and trust?
Even as I think it, my entire body relaxes. Logan and I watched the candle burn and liquefy more wax until there’s another little puddle.
Logan’s eyes come to me. The hand not holding the candle massages my thigh, up and down, up and down.
“You’ll have every experience this life has to offer,” he promises. “Together, we’ll explore every sensation, every feeling, every possible nerve ending of your entire body.”
He leans in and breathes in my ear. “We’ll have a lifetime of exploration. In sickness and in health. Together. Now close your eyes, and feel. Feel me and what I do to you.”
I nod but I know I might disobey. He doesn’t know how much I need this. I didn’t know how much I needed this. And I will give myself to him body and soul… But I might peek.
I’ll never give up looking at him now that he’s unmasked himself. I need every line of connection possible between us and he’s not stealing one of my senses. Not tonight anyway.
So I keep my body completely relaxed, but I watch. And he watches me watch, because he’s constantly checking my face to catch my reactions. I know if I exhibit even the slightest expression of discomfort, he’ll stop. But I don’t want that. I want this moment of intimacy between us to continue and continue and continue, forever.
We’ve finally stripped down, and I don’t mean just our clothes.
The first drop of the steaming wax on my right breast is a surprise. It stings for a moment but then just sinks into a lovely warmth that spreads across my entire breast. He avoided the nipple, maybe because it was also recently pierced, but he paints around the areola like a blood-red candle-wax crown.
Wax drips down the mountainsides of my breasts and I’ve never felt more…more fucking alive.
“There,” he says with satisfaction, blowing on the hardening wax as it cools. “I’ve crowned you my Queen.”
I might laugh if he wasn’t simultaneously touching me and driving me absolutely crazy. He gave up on the PG zones of my body a while ago.
The hand not pouring wax is on an exploratory journey of its own.
“Ah ah ah,” he chastises when I clench around his fingers buried in my cunt. “Relax or I stop.”
No stopping. No stopping. But I don’t beg out loud in case it makes him stop. Instead, I open my eyes and focus on Logan’s face. The deep blue of his eyes. The furrow in his eyebrows when he focuses, and gods, how hot it is when his entire being is focused on bringing me to climax—
A warm wave washes outward with one strong, immense pulse. I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s unlike any orgasm I’ve had before. Usually it’s intense and I’m clenching and chasing it and fighting and—
Oh shit here comes another one—
I meet Logan’s eyes and see his wonder as he shares the moment with me, the second wash of bliss that has tears pouring out of my eyes.
It’s so— So fucking beautiful—
He bows over me, face an inch from mine, but he doesn’t kiss me.
He just keeps sharing the moment, fostering a crazier, deeper intimacy than I ever knew was even possible between two human beings.
“You,” I finally whisper through choked breath, the tears still coming so thick. “The big life is here. I already have it. Right now. As long as I’m with you.”
Six
Daphne
Two weeks later, it’s a very different scene when Logan comes in the door. I’m already propped up in bed surrounded by pillows, scrolling through the day’s news on my tablet. No longer cut off or disconnected from the world.
The curtains are thrown open wide and sunshine pours in through the glass, warming my face.
It’s hard to describe the past two weeks. Physically, I feel like shit. But they’ve still been two of the happiest weeks of my life. Logan is doting but I call him out when he gets overbearing. I’m seeing a side of him I only had glimpses of before. He’s kind and nurturing. A gentle giant. And he respects me enough not to cut me out of my own treatment process.
Like this morning, for example. He comes in carrying a stack of lab results, his brow furrowed.