Chapter 19

His voice, not just drunk but steeped in excitement, resonated in my chest, not my ears. My heart pounded like a drum beneath my rapidly rising and falling ribs. The sensations that had been pushed to their limit, the pleasure that had become so intense it was numb, all came rushing back with his single, sweet whisper. The inside of my mouth tasted sweet. So sweet, it made me thirsty. My throat was parched. I blinked rapidly to clear my shimmering vision. As if a fog was lifting, the world slowly came into focus, and I saw a man with eyes that were black pits.