Page 12 of Clarity

My damp panties and hard nipples begged to differ, actually.

But in my defense, I couldn’t help my body’s reaction to having him pressed against me like he was, smelling like he did, looking at me like he was in the mirror, like he wanted to devour me.

Especially knowing that was actually,exactlywhat he wanted.

Knowing that hecould.

I wondered what the smell of my blood was doing to him.

Wondered if I could use it to my advantage.

“I haven’t tasted you yet, Riv, not in that manner,” he chuckled, pulling me even tighter against his dick. “But I’m very much looking forward to it.”

“I’ll never say yes to it.”

“Never say never.”

“Never.”

Defiant, I met his gaze in the mirror again, refusing to back down. I was fully confident in my commitment to rebelling against my supposed “fate”.

Until he smiled.

“Put your foot up there.”

He motioned at the tiny bathroom sink’s counter, and all I could do was comply, suddenly regretting my decision of the sweatshirt dress. I’d tossed it on because it was comfortable and quick, and that was what I needed.

For Parris, it was just easy access.

“No magic,” he said lazily, as he pulled up the dress and tugged my panties aside so we were both looking at my pussy in the mirror. “Play.”

Too easily, my hand went between my legs.

His hands went under my dress too, just higher, up to my breasts, easily pulling them from the cups of my T-shirt bra.

“Why are you doing this?” I thought, dipping my fingers into my pussy for additional moisture before I came back to my clit to make circles.

“I’m training your body to expect orgasms when I’m around,” he murmured into my neck before grazing me with his fangs. “You might not like me, but your pussy will.”

“I hate that.”

“But I bet you don’t hatethis,” he chuckled, bringing a hand to my pussy. He coated his fingers, then sank them into me—middle and pointer down one path, thumb in the other.

Ididhate it, actually.

Hated how insanely good it felt, hated the extra gush of wetness, hated him for knowing I would enjoy it.

And Ireallyhated when he used his free hand to switch things up, removing the fingers in my pussy, replacing them with his dick. He pulled my leg down from the counter to bend me over it, holding my gaze in the mirror while he fucked me, hard and fast.

Without releasing me from the no-noise command.

It was torture.

And pleasure on a whole other level.

I wouldn’t have been able to speak with his hand around my throat anyway, holding me as he slammed into me from behind.

A knock at the door startled me, but he didn’t stop, didn’t react to that at all.

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