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Hades, how does every touch feel like she’s pressing against my clit? My pussy clenches and wetness spills from between my thighs. It’s leaking, almost like it’s preparing for something.

“Mine, mate, mine.” Her words aren’t coherent, but my mind isn’t quite clear either. She slides down my body, her mouth kissing across my skin and then nipping at the soft flesh of my stomach. When her teeth sink into my thick hips, I cant and whimper.

Ver lets out the most satisfied growl, like my noises are enough to please the monster who has taken over.

Her tongue flattens, swirling around my clit. Our eyes meet as she holds my thighs open. “The thought of fucking you is the only thing keeping me sane, princess. I want to climb over you and take you.”

“Do that,” I whisper, loving the maddened look in her eyes. She licks her lips before closing them.

“No. Need to taste you first. Need to know what the afterlife feels like so I’ll be happy when I finally get there.”

“Oh, goddess...” I hiss as she latches on my clit again, swirling her tongue purposefully.

“Not goddess, Vera,” she growls, nipping my thigh.

“Vera,” I correct, throwing my head back as her fingers enter me. She’s gentle, yet demanding as she curves them inward, touching that fleshy section inside of me.

“Look at me when I fuck you, princess.”

Her command is forceful and when our gazes connect, I feel every movement of her tongue as if it’s magical.

“Such a good listener for her queen. Are you going to come for me, princess, and coat my tongue with your sweetness? Because you are so sweet. Like sugar covered peaches in a storm.”

Her words are like tender caresses and the pleasure is too much. The tapping inside me has an odd sensation rising inside me.

She doesn’t stop the rhythmic thumps, doing them at the same time of each flick of my clit. “Come, come for your queen,” she soothes, her mouth and fingers not letting up.

As soon as she slowly licks the bundle of nerves, flattening her tongue, my entire diaphragm shakes with the power of the orgasm.

“Vera,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

The only response I get is a growl and her soft suctions.

Chapter Forty-Eight

Vera

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