Page 53 of Promise to Break

"For you to kill something, it has to first exist." Her words come out in a rash of harsh breaths, as if she's forced to use her entire working brain on this task alone.

"The fact that you don't see your innocence is even better."

She tries to speak between moans. Fuck, I adore her like this, completely at my mercy. My strong little girl.

"Has someone been here with his tongue before me? Was he rough like you need, or was he sweet and caring?" I allow my words to vibrate against her clit, and in response, her thighs clench around my neck. Fuck. If I'm going to die, make it like this. I keep going, sucking and talking her to madness.

"Kill— No— I…"

"Say my name. Say my name if you want to come down my throat, Little Girl."

"Killian. Oh…. It's too much."

"Beg me. Beg me to drink you."

"I— I—"

Her fingers search for something to grab onto. I take control, guiding her hand into my hair. "I don't ask for much, do I?"

"Pl—Plea—Oh fuck, Oh God…"

I'm sure she's tearing up already, but I need her sobbing my name. I need her to lose it all.

"Not Him," I say. "He isn't present in this room. I'm the only one who can save you."

"Please, please, please," she cries again and again and fucking again.

"What are you asking for, Little Girl?"

"I don't— I don't know."

"Don't worry. You'll find out. You're the best girl, my best good little slutty girl."

I suck and bite and lick, the wet sounds of our show like music that would sell for millions if I allowed it. I won't. Her fingers pull around my head, trying to suffocate me with her juices. Yes. Just like that.

All I need now is her release. It's the best way to die. Her legs start to shake. She's almost there. I keep going, increasing my assault on her tender flesh. And then she breaks, on and on, crying out, her legs shaking as she tries to stop the wave that's taken her. Even so, I don't stop.

"Killian… Oh, pl— Fuck… Please. I can't. I already—"

"Oh, I know," I speak against her glistening cunt, my words alone vibrating against her clit and causing her to shake. "You will come again. You will shutter for me again. Won't you, my little girl?" I tease her, bringing her sobs as I play with her sweet cunt with my fingers now. "You'll be sore by the time I'm done with you, my little angel." I don't dwell on the nicknames I bestow on her, burying my face between her legs again.

Maricela pants and moans and cries my name over and over.

"Killer… I can't. Please, it hurts." I bite and suck harder, knowing she's sensitive after she came so hard. Most men go down on women because they want the same from them. I go down on them because of the control it gives me over their bodies.

"You can do it," I tell her. "Just a little bit more. I want to see you. Show me how you lose it for me." I lift my head and push one finger inside her. Fuck, she's so wet, slick and tight. Pure heaven. "Such a good little girl. Come on, come on." I use all the tricks as I play with her, pumping one finger deep inside.

"I need to— Fuck, I need—" she cries out as she comes again, a whole body shiver following as she lets herself fly. Such a beautiful sight. I take the time to observe the changes in her features, searching her eyes and glorying to see the two colors are one yet again. But it isn't like it was when I kissed her senseless. It's much more now. The colors aren't warring in her depths as usual. Instead, they glory in finally finding peace.

"That was—" she tries as a full-on laugh takes over. I've had women cry or laugh after a powerful orgasm, and it's one of the best parts of sex. Bringing a woman to the point she doesn't care what the other person thinks about her is incredible.

"Don't move. I haven't finished with you yet."

"But—"

"No buts. I made you a promise. You gave me two orgasms, and now you must give me everything."

She sighs. "You aren't even going to let me rest, are you?"

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