Page 32 of Virgil's Demons

"God, yes."

"Tsk tsk, I don't think God should be brought in for this."

"I thought you said he wasn't around," I teased as he got down to his knees behind me.

"You never know," he muttered as he gripped my ass, spreading the cheeks and taking a long lick.

"Maybe he brought you to me," he grunted, licking at my asshole once again.

"Then maybe I should start praying more often," I gasped, my thighs shaking as he flicked the dull edge of the blade along my clit.

"Begging," he seethed. "I want to hear you beg."

A low growl emanated from him as he flicked the edge of the blade along my inner thigh, a sting of pain letting me know that he's slid through skin. Then another as I felt the sharp sting on my pussy lips. He spanked me with the base of the blade before his mouth was on me. Suckingand biting on me.

"You taste so fucking good," he hummed against my pussy, and I sniffed the faint smell of copper from the blood he'd spilled.

His tongue licked me from pussy to asshole in long thick strokes and that's when I began to beg.

"Virgil, please."

"Mmmm, please what, baby."

"Please," I begged again, my thighs shaking as his tongue dug its way into my dirty hole.

"Please put it inside me," I begged.

"Put what inside you?"

"Virgil," I moaned and he stood up, curling a fist around my hair as he pressed his hardness against my ass.

"You want a hot cock in that dirty little pussy?"

"Yes," I mewled, moving my hips back on him in a needy attempt to slide him inside of me.

"Such a dirty whore," he whispered in my ear as he pressed the blade to my neck.

The grip tightened as he pressed the knife into the base of my neck. "All I have to do is put a little pressure," he watched as the blade sunk into my flesh and I gasped, fear finally taking me over.

"Virgil?"

"Stay....the fuck, still." He placed a hand on my forehead, snapping my head back against his shoulder, the blade cutting along the side of my jawline. I cried out, and as I did he slid into me. His cock was hard, pulsing and unrelentless. His mouth covered my wound as he began to thrust. Fucking himself into my pussy as he fed off me.

I came hard, my body shaking as the pleasure ripped through me, mingled with the sting of my wounds. Virgil groaned, burying himself deeper inside me, his own release following as I fell apart in his arms.

For a moment, everything was still, the only sound our ragged breathing. He ran his hands down my neck, then down my back, as if assessing the damage. He then spun me around, got to his knees and softly licked at the wounds he'd left on my inner thighs. When he licked my pussy lips, I hissed in pain.

That's when he looked up at me, scanning my face as he tucked the blade away. He slowly got up and pressed into the wall, his hands cradling my face.

Without a word, he kissed me hard, his lips bruising mine in a way that made me want to pull him back and never let go. Butthen, just as quickly as he was there, his phone buzzed, and the moment shattered.

"Shit," he muttered, glancing at the screen. "I've got to take this."

My body was still humming with the aftermath of what we'd just done, the heat from him lingering on my skin. I didn't want him to go, not yet.

"Stay," I whispered, reaching for him again, but he was already pulling back.

“Virgil!” Someone called out for him.

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