chapter 49

It’s like being struck by lightning. But in a good way. My body convulses from that single drop. My lungs heave for breath, my empty cunt clutches down on a phantom intrusion that I welcome, and I scream, racing toward a climax that will burst me apart at the seams.

A climax that never comes.

I never come.

“What did you do?” I gasp, sweat rolling down my face as every nerve strains with the agony of need.

“I told you. It’s more potent.” He moves up my writhing body to cup one of my breasts. The touch, even through the silk nightgown, should be enough to bring me over the edge, but I’m stuck. He lifts my breast free and sucks my exposed nipple into his mouth, closing his tongue over it.

“Please,” I whimper, overcome by the aching want that grows stronger by the second.

“The only thing they can’t quite get right,” he says, referring to the thralls that formulated the substance, “is how long it lasts.”

“W-wha—”

“And there’s such a long period of time before orgasm is even possible—”

“Wha