Chapter 88

Now, five years after his slavery, every touch repelled and disgusted him. Made his skin uncomfortable. He allowed those close to him to touch him when necessary—like Baski, Vetta and Chad—but only as a necessity. He endured their touch; he didn’t enjoy it. Except for this woman trembling on top of him.

Her hand buried in his hair and her thighs straddling him wasn’t one he was enduring. Instead, it was one he was enjoying. “What is it about you?” He groaned as he lowered his head again and took her nipple back into his mouth.

She whimpered throatily as another wave of shudders worked its way down her body. He leaned back on the headboard, taking her with him until she was leaning over him. Her hand braced on either side of his head while he alternated between her two breasts, suckling them one after the other for very long, pleasurable minutes. His wounds forgotten, he fed from her.

She surrounded him. In his mouth. Around him. His phallus was hard and swollen to t