Carmela had never felt anything like this.
She had been stabbed through the lung with silver blades that burned like holy fire.
She had been burned at the stake until her skin blistered and peeled.
She had taken hammer blows to the ribs that cracked bone and left her coughing blood for days.
In decades of battle, she had endured sensations no mortal could comprehend—agony that should have shattered minds far weaker than hers.
But this?
This was entirely different.
She had braced herself for pain, for humiliation that would sear worse than any flame.
But instead, waves of pure, electric pleasure shot from her nipples straight into her bloodstream, lighting every nerve ending on fire in the most exquisite way.
It was as if lightning danced across her skin, warm and sweet and overwhelming. Her body, so long accustomed to punishment, exhaustion, and survival, was suddenly wrapped in gentle, worshipful care and it didn't know how to fight it.
