Page 31 of SnowBound

I did. What tasted like candy cane caressed my tongue.

“Suck,” she ordered.

I obeyed.

“Stop.”

I stilled.

My breathing turned shallow.

I was a bomb about to explode.

Please. Make her stop.

No, I don’t want her to ever stop.

Please. Keep going.

No, enough with the torture.

Yep, ticking bomb.