Page 27 of Body Tox

She hissed and growled at me.

“What is so magical about it, Little Wraith?”

She ignored me. I ran the tongue over her nipples, the tight little buds peeking under her wet, tight shirt.

“I…I don’t know,” she repeated, not looking at me, and her face turned to the wall.

“You sure it isn’t something else?” I whispered, letting the detached pink flesh glide over her panties.

She still stayed silent. A red flush on her chest and her breathing quickened.

“It was interesting when I watched you two.” I continued, and only the slightest surprise flashed in her eyes before she hardened her features again.

“You made her come so many times. Had her beggin’ you, in fact, didn’t you, Little Wraith?”

I pressed harder on her pelvis, the thin material of her thong not doing much to keep her from feeling the weight of the detached organ in my hand.

“You need something she couldn’t give, didn’t you?”

Before she could even process the question, I grabbed one of the sharper utensils from the table under her, slicing through her shirt, exposing those pebbling nipples and the muscular ridges of her stomach.

A thin line of blood welled under the cut, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her moan escaped those pouty lips without her permission.

“You needed this.” I pulled off my mask.

Her intoxicating scent of arousal and blood made me practically come right there and then.

“Fuck…you,” she said, but all the bite had left her.

She sounded breathy and needy, ripe for my fucking taking.

“Isn’t it heady having such an addiction that can feel so blinding, where everything else fades into the background?” I moved just a bit closer to her. “An addiction that can take all sense away.”

Watching those little beads well on her beautiful skin was an obsession in the making. She was a work of art. I couldn’t break free from the spell of her body, her ragged breaths, and her blood.

“You…tell me, Pretty Boy. You want to taste me.”

I moaned at that. Her little pussy was drenching those panties. The once-white thong was now practically see-through. It showed the most delicious tease of her hairless cunt, like looking at her through plastic wrap.

What would she look like in a full sheet of plastic waiting to be burned to ashes?

“I don’t want to taste you,” I said, my voice coming out ragged with my omission. “I want to fucking devour you.”

I let my tongue slide over the tiny droplets of her blood, her tight nipples hardening under my treatment. She moaned as I sucked them, teasing her by lightly biting the flesh and completely consuming her fucking breasts in my mouth.

My lips were tingling, and the euphoria of her sweet blood danced on my tongue.

I always knew that one day, I would lose myself to addiction. I knew it would feel euphoric to give in, but giving in to her…she was heaven itself. I would gladly go to hell if it meant experiencing her body like this.

“Fuck, Little Wraith. How can you be the very thing I crave most when the need to kill you is as strong as my need for my next breath? How can I love your temptations when I hate you?”

She arched into me as much as the straps velcroed onto her midsection allowed. Her pussy pushed into my hand. I followedher demands, yanking the material out of my way and sliding my fingers into her soaked slit.

“I don’t know,” she said, gasping at the heat of my touch. “I just fucking hate you asshole.”

She moaned, and I laughed, pushing into her deeper, biting her hard below her breast.

“It looks like I’m not the only one who loves giving in to temptation, Little Wraith.”

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