Chapter Seventeen: The Feast Begins

The sterile hum of the OR machines filled the room, steady and merciless, the only witness to her undoing. Sarah lay bound on the table, every strap biting into her skin as her body quivered with anticipation and dread.

Liam bent close, his lips brushing against the delicate curve of her ear. The faintest touch, the lightest breath, and Sarah’s lungs froze.

“Do you hear that?” he whispered, his voice silk and sin. “The sound of your pulse. Thundering. Begging me to taste it.”

Before she could answer, his tongue flicked against her earlobe. Slow. Wet. Deliberate.

Sarah gasped, the sound strangled in her throat. Her eyes squeezed shut as a shiver cascaded through her entire body. She turned her head instinctively, trying to escape, but he followed, his mouth fastening on her ear with hungry patience.

He nipped, sucked, and licked, each movement deliberate. Every graze of his teeth sent shockwaves down her neck, across her chest, and lower still.

“God—” she hissed under her breath, biting down hard to choke the moan that clawed at her throat.

“Mmm,” Liam hummed against her ear, savoring the tremor that raced through her. “Sensitive here too. I could eat you alive just from this.”

Her hips shifted helplessly against the restraints, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed to resist.

Then his tongue slid behind her ear, slow and slick, tracing the sensitive shell before dipping lower, down the column of her neck. She jerked, muffling her gasp against her own shoulder.

He chuckled darkly. “You’re trying to be quiet.” His teeth grazed her skin. “Because you’re afraid someone might hear you moan in here, aren’t you?”

Her silence was answer enough. Her chest heaved violently, desperate for air.

He bit her earlobe, sharp and possessive, then soothed it with a hot swipe of his tongue. Sarah’s muffled moan broke free, trapped between clenched teeth, vibrating through her throat.

And then he pulled back.

“Now,” Liam said, his gaze sliding down the length of her restrained body, “let’s see how you taste somewhere else.”

Her eyes flew open just as he crouched, his hands gripping her ankles where the straps held her tight. Slowly, deliberately, he untied one shoe, the squeak of the rubber sole echoing in the OR.

“No…” she whispered, shaking her head, mortified by where this was going. “Liam—don’t.”

He smirked, tugging her shoe free. “Don’t what?”

Her sock followed, peeled away with excruciating care until her bare foot trembled in the sterile air. Liam’s hand slid over her arch, warm and firm.

Sarah bucked against the restraints. “No—ah!” The sound burst out of her throat as his fingers traced her sole, teasing, tickling, cruel.

Her muffled laughter twisted into a moan, half-pleasure, half-torture, as she bit down hard on her lip. The sterile room magnified every noise, every desperate gasp.

“You’re ticklish here,” he observed, his voice dripping with dark amusement. His fingers danced across her toes, her arch, her heel, making her body convulse against the table. “Delicious.”

“Stop,” she hissed, but the word cracked into something else, something dangerously close to a whimper.

“Stop?” His smile deepened. “No, Sarah. I’m just getting started.”

He bent low, his lips brushing her big toe. The feather-light kiss made her jerk violently, her muffled moan strangled in her throat.

“God…” she gasped, twisting against the straps.

Then his tongue slid over her toe. Slow. Wet. A sinful stroke that sent a jolt straight through her.

Her entire body convulsed, her cry muffled as she bit down on her lip so hard she tasted copper.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, licking again, this time along the arch of her foot, his tongue tracing every curve. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

Her head thrashed against the table, hair wild, body trembling uncontrollably. “Liam—ahh—” The sound cracked, muffled, torn from her.

He sucked on her toe, drawing it into his mouth with obscene patience. Sarah’s muffled moan turned guttural, raw, vibrating in the sterile silence.

Liam released her slowly, his tongue flicking over her trembling arch once more. “I could spend hours here,” he said, his voice low, feral. “Making you writhe, making you choke back every sound until you break.”

Her chest heaved, her body glistening with sweat under the harsh lights. She shook her head, gasping, but her body betrayed her, arching toward him even as her eyes begged for mercy.

Liam grinned, wicked and hungry, his mouth lowering again. “And that’s only one foot.”

Sarah’s muffled cry shattered into the sterile room as his tongue dragged, slow and relentless, across her trembling sole.