Page 24 of The Demon's Tongue

"Fuck, Geneva," I growl, my voice rough with desire. Her fingers dance over her clit, her body responding to her own touch. She's a sight to behold, all flushed skin and hard nipples, her breath coming in short gasps. And her hand on me… it's driving me insane.

She smears the precum leaking from my tip, her thumb circling the head, spreading the wetness. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to take her right here, right now.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she pants, her eyes locked onto mine. There's a wicked gleam in those green depths, a newfound confidence that's sexy as sin.

"Fuck yes," I reply, my hips bucking slightly, pressing into her hand. "But not as much as you are."

She bites her lip, a soft moan escaping as she slides a finger inside herself. Her eyes flutter closed, her body arching slightly. She's soaked, her wetness dripping down her thighs. The scent of her arousal fills the air, intoxicating and sweet.

"Oh, Gods," she whispers, her hand tightening around me. Her fingers move faster, her thumb circling the head with each stroke. She's learning, adapting, driving me fucking wild.

"That's it, Geneva," I encourage, my voice low. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep at it like that."

Those little words seem to encourage her greatly. Her hand on my cock becomes more frantic. Her fingers in her pussy start working faster. The slap of skin, her hand against her wet pussy, starts filling up the bathroom, along with her moans.

Geneva's breath hitches, her body tensing as she pushes herself over the edge. Her eyes squeeze shut, a soft, shuddering moan escaping her lips as she cums hard, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure.

"There you go," I growl, my voice rough with desire. Her hand is still wrapped around my cock, stroking me in tight, quick motions. The sight of her, lost in her own pleasure, is enough to send me spiraling. My balls tighten, and with a low groan, I cum, my release shooting onto her hand, her chest, even marking her face with a few stray drops.

Her eyes fly open, a gasp of shock escaping her as she feels the warmth of my cum on her skin. She looks down at herself, then up at me.

I smirk, reaching out to wipe a drop of cum from her cheek with my thumb. "My, my," I murmur, my voice laced with amusement. "Looks like you've made quite the mess."

She blinks, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "I... I didn't expect that," she admits, her voice barely a whisper.

I chuckle, tucking myself back into my pants. "Clearly. But don't worry, it's a good look on you."

She scoffs, grabbing a towel to clean herself off. "A good look? Really?" she mutters, scrubbing at her skin.

I shrug, leaning back against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest. "What can I say? I like seeing you marked."

She pauses, looking up at me with a strange expression. "Marked?" she echoes, her voice soft.

I nod, my gaze locked onto hers. "Mine," I say, the word a low growl. "You're mine, Geneva. And now, everyone will know it."

She swallows hard, her eyes searching mine. She's processing, trying to understand the implications of what we've just done, of what I've just said. I can see the gears turning in her head, the questions forming behind those green eyes.

Geneva doesn't realize it just yet, but she's crossed the point of no return with me. She won't be able to escape me, not even if she tries.

13

GENEVA

Calix sends me one last smirk before disappearing, leaving me in a haze of mixed emotions. I lean against the bathroom wall, my breath still coming in short, sharp bursts. I know that I'm running late to get ready for the day's duties, but I need a wash after that.

Turning on the shower, I let out a sigh as I go under. The warm water streams over me, washing away the remnants of our encounter, but not the imprint it left on my mind.

"Touch yourself," he'd commanded. And I'd done it. Not just because he asked, but because, in that moment, I wanted to. The memory sends a shiver down my spine, a hint of shame coursing through my body. But then, it's quickly surpassed by an overwhelming empowerment.

I satisfied Calix, I think to myself, almost in awe of what I'm capable of.

I finish washing up, scrubbing away at my skin. Each stroke of the washcloth feels like a small rebellion, a declaration that I’m not beaten yet. I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel—the same towel that I had discarded earlier.

I slip into my uniform, a plain dress that feels more like a cage than clothing. I grab the two crystals on the counter and slip them into my pocket. As I'm fastening the last button, the bathroom door flies open, nearly hitting me in the process. Derina bursts in, her dark eyes scanning me with disapproval.

"Honestly, Geneva," she retorts, eyeing me like a predator sizing up its next meal. "You look like you've been dragged through a thornbush and then tossed off a cliff for good measure."

I bite my tongue hard enough to taste blood, resisting the overwhelming urge to snap back with something equally vicious. I'm so sick of her and her blatant disrespect towards me. She's had it out for me the moment I stepped foot into this manor.

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