[The Onic Empire 03] - Sinful Harvest Read Online Free PDF Page A

the fact that she could feel the sheets upon her skin and cool air upon her nipples when she sat up. Even now, the slightest puff of his breath raced tingles along her flesh.
    When he’d crawled up the bed toward her, she had pulled away, too terrified to let him touch her, and thus enslave her tohim. If the silken sheets could cause her body to writhe in bliss, his touch would be beyond her. Somehow, without her quite knowing it, he maneuvered himself close and kissed her. She had no idea how that happened, but the contact caused a series of explosive meltdowns in her body. When her maids had dressed her for official functions, she was so numb she could not even feel the makeup they placed upon her lips, but she had felt every texture of Kerrick’s lips. When he had slid his tongue inside her mouth, she almost cried at how many sensations assaulted her. However, when he’d placed his lips upon her tender nipples, he almost propelled her to orgasm. Desperate for more, she’d grasped his head, holding him firmly to provide her deeper pleasure. When he’d hesitated about penetrating her, she’d leaped upon him in desperation to feel his shaft thrusting within her slick and aching sex. So long had she been numb, that to feel everything, suddenly and fully, overloaded her senses and sent her on a glutinous frenzy to feel more. She wanted to mount him, to suck him, to bite him, to kiss him, and to feel him do all those same things to her. Hunger made her ravenous and washed away any shame.
    In her hyperawareness, she felt every ridge, every vein, every sinful inch of him invading her. Sinful, for such a rich pleasure must surely be a violation of her parents’ rigid view of such matters. When he’d added his talented fingers to the already overwhelming sensations, she’d almost screamed and curled away. The feeling was too intense to bear, yet she was desperate for release. For so long she swore she would rather feel constant pain than heavy numbness, but the gods finally heard her prayers, and rather than torture her with pain, they rewarded her with the most sublime pleasure. Reborn in that shattering moment, she’d lifted her face to Kerrick, proud and triumphant that finally, finally, she was not isolated within the prison of her body. His touch freed her. As soon as the waves of pleasure passed, she worried that his touch would now bindher. Once was not enough. She’d barely recovered her breath and already she wanted to ride him again. And now she understood her parents’ admonitions against such encounters and why they’d taken such drastic steps to protect her.
    Sex wasn’t just sinful; sex was addictive.
    During the Harvest, she had felt nothing as she lowered herself over the sacrifices. Each boy became a man as she took him within herself. Most seemed eager to have the ceremony complete, but a few trembled below her. Two cried as she knelt over them. She longed to comfort them, but she couldn’t. All she could do was speak her sacred words, “By the power of my beauty I take that which belongs to me.” In turn, each of them answered, “I freely give myself to you.” When they did, she would stand above them, her legs parted, then slowly lower herself onto their stiff shafts. She wasn’t sure what kept them endlessly hard, but she knew, like her,
estal
oil deadened any sensations. Not that she had felt anything in years, which was why her encounter with Kerrick had so possessed her.
    Shocked by her own frantic behavior, she felt a blush heat her cheeks as she continued to doze atop him. Perhaps if she didn’t move, she could lie here forever. However, holding still took more and more of her focus, for deep inside her sex burned a longing to feel him again. To feel the thick hardness of him sliding inside, parting her lips around him, welcoming him within the sacred depth of her body.
    Her
paratanist
said she must mate with Kerrick but offered no advice beyond that. Did it matter how many times they