Page 153 of Her Tortured Beasts

I rest my chin on her stomach, inhaling her scent and revelling in my name on her lips. “I’ll kill every beast in this academy just for one lick. One kiss of that precious pussy, Lia. I’ll burn this entire state alive just for one look at you, splayed naked on that dining table.”

She hums, stepping away from me and pulling her dress over her head. I can’t breathe, can’t think as she tosses her dress tothe floor and undoes her bra. That too drops to the floor and my mind seizes in maddened desire.

“A gift,” I whisper, reaching out to run a finger against her thigh. “You’re a gift to the fucking world. To me.”

“Take this off.” She indicates to the tiny blue thong she’s wearing.

“Can I kiss here?” I breathe, pointing to her lower stomach and hoping against hope she’ll permit me.

“Yes,” she says quietly, stepping forward.

I lean in, wrapping my arms around her thighs and pressing my lips against the place where cloth meets skin. Soft, sweet heaven. I can’t help it, and open my mouth, dragging my tongue against her perfection. I skim my fingers up the back of her thighs, all the way up to her bare ass. She moans softly, leaning into me, burying her hands in my hair.

I hook my fingers into the thong and gently tug it down, sending healing into her right leg as I go and licking the soft skin above her pubic hair. Surrounding her with my power, I lift her off the ground and set her on the dining table. Her eyes are heated as she puts her hands behind her knees and pulls them up.

If I wasn’t already on my knees, I would’ve dropped at the sight of her. A glistening sweet cunt is splayed before me. The finest jewel that, for these next moments, if she permits, I get to worship.

My mouth waters, and as I move forward, she peers down at me.

She halts me with her voice. “And if I told you just to look?”

I grip the leg of the chair next to me, needing to steady myself. “Then I would worship you at the altar of your pussy by kneeling here.”

She looks at me, and I drag my eyes away from her core to look at her. There is challenge there, and it makes me lick my lips.

“Please,” I beg. “Just one lick.”

“Just one lick.” She nods.

I swallow in anticipation, my breathing strained as I ready myself. I shuffle forward and hover my mouth over her, inhaling that heady scent that makes me want to fall into her and never leave. I let my breath tickle over her clit and she shivers.

She’s biting her lip now, clutching the table like it’s going to save her from me. I lean forward and drag my soft tongue up the entire length of her core, from cunt to clit. She tilts her head back and whimpers.

“Just one, you said,” I murmur over her clit.

“Maybe just one more,” she whispers.

Smiling, I delve my tongue between her, running it through her juices, savouring every divot and curve, flicking her clit at the last moment. “So good,” I whisper, my lips brushing that sensitive spot. “So perfect. Open yourself for me.”

She does so with her left hand. “Another one,” she breathes.

“Always,” I say, licking under and over her clit, swirling my tongue around it and then all the way down until I find that tender hole. I enter her with my tongue and she gasps, dropping back onto the table, like the feast she is, displayed for me and only me. I use my lips then, sucking on every part of her, tasting each and every sweet inch of flesh and finally sucking her clit. She writhes on the table, moaning loudly and I grin, knowing the others are hearing her and are furious about it but forbidden to come out and see.

I flutter my tongue over her core, forcing her to feel all of my desire.

“In me,” she breathes. “In me, now.”

I freeze before raising my left hand and brushing my fingers against her. She whimpers and I rise to my feet. She’s splayed out before me, naked, her curves made for my hands, her skin made for my tongue. I tease her pussy with my forefinger and she meets my gaze, a mixture of emotions glimmering through her eyes. She doesn’t want to like this, but shedoes.She’s dripping onto the table, right where Lyle was sitting not long ago. Raising my fingers to my mouth, I suck on them, closing my eyes to savour her taste before easing my first finger into her dripping heat.

Her back bows from the table and I lean over her, wanting to be close. “This is how you make me feel,” I whisper, closing my eyes as her slick, wet heat grips onto my finger. “This is how much I need you. Give yourself to me. I don’t fucking deserve it, Aurelia, but—” I grab the back of her neck with my other hand, and despite the pain of it, kiss her deeply, my tongue entering her just like my finger, her lips around mine, my mouth desperate. I ease back to murmur against her lips, “I want you to give yourself to me anyway.”

“You’re mad,” she says. “You don’t deserve any of it.”

“I know,” I say, pumping my fingers until her eyes roll back. “You’re right. You’ve always been right. I’m a depraved fucking asshole that the devil doesn’t even want in hell, but all I want is you. All I can fucking think about is you.”

“Less talk, more tongue, asshole.”

I exhale at the command, thoroughly pleased as I drop to my knees again. I add my tongue to her clit, sucking softly at first. She’s swollen with pleasure and I grin against her, working her until she’s trembling and gasping. I pursue her orgasm like a predator on a hunt.

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