Page 28 of The Devil's Hunt

"There's your answer," he said with a gentle smile, his fingers tracing circles on my bare skin. His touch felt like silk against my flushed flesh, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake.

The answer was simple.

I had let him in, let him see part of my soul, the parts that were hidden away, even from myself. And with that vulnerability came an insatiable hunger for more, a desire to explore the uncharted territories of our connection.

"But you could have anyone you want," I uttered, my voice barely awhisper. A flicker of something dark crossed his face, but he quickly hid it away behind his eyes.

"It's you I want." His eyes locked with mine, and I could see the passion in his gaze. It was as if he could read my thoughts, feel my desires, and know exactly what I needed. I was lost in his eyes, unable to speak or move as he drew me closer. He pressed his lips against mine, pushing me against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

The kiss was fierce, full of a hunger that matched the fire burning within me. Our bodies pressed against each other, molding together in a desperate dance of desire. Our connection had a raw intensity, an unspoken understanding that defied logic and reason.

But amidst the intoxication of our passion, a flicker of unease lingered in the back of my consciousness. I had tasted the darkness that resided within him and witnessed its presence in the depths of his gaze. It was a side of him that he kept hidden from the world, a secret locked away in the recesses of his soul.

Part of me reveled in this darkness, drawn to its enigmatic allure. It spoke to the deep caverns of my desires, the part of me that craved the dangerous and forbidden. But another part of me, the part that still clung to sanity, whispered warnings deep in the depths of my mind.

I pulled away from his lips, my chest heaving with a mix of desire and trepidation. His eyes searched mine, searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. I knew he could sense the conflict raging within me, and he studied me for a moment, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my cheek. The touch was tender, almost vulnerable, and I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes. "I'll ruin you," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear.

A shiver ran down my spine as his words sent a wave of emotion through me. The darkness within him was like a siren's call, drawing me inexorably toward it. I knew that it would consume me, but the thought of being with him, of sharing his darkness, was too enticing to resist.

I nodded slowly, my eyes never leaving his. "Then ruin me," I said,my voice low and husky, as the full weight of our connection settled over me like a warm blanket.

As his hands roamed my body with an almost primal possessiveness, I surrendered myself to him completely. Every touch and caress ignited a fire within me, melting away any doubts or fears that had once plagued my mind. In his arms, I felt powerful and alive.

His strong arms lifted me effortlessly, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back into his bedroom. The fire in the fireplace roared with a fierce heat, casting shadows across the dark walls that seemed to mirror the uncontrollable yearning between us. He gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes never leaving mine, as if he dared me to look away. The flickering flames danced in his irises, reflecting the intensity of our need for each other. His fingers traced a path along my jawline, down my neck, and toward the swell of my breasts. As he hovered above me, his lips grazed my skin with a tenderness that contradicted the voracious hunger in his eyes. He unraveled another layer of my being with every kiss, awakening my soul. Our bodies became intertwined, moving in a symphony of heat and longing.

I pulled down his briefs, revealing his massive erection, and I bit my lip as I reached out to touch it. I had never touched a man like this. Nervousness and excitement coursed through my body as I wrapped my trembling fingers around his girth. A deep growl escaped his lips at my touch, fueling a primal desire within me. He took control of my hand, guiding it along his length with forceful movements, teaching me the precise pressure and rhythm that drove him wild. I felt powerful, watching as this force of a man in front of me was utterly hypnotized by my touch.

He shoved my hand away, forcefully spreading my legs apart and up to my chest. "Let me get a better look at that pretty pussy of mine," he insisted, his eyes devouring my exposed core.

His hot breath tickled my sensitive skin as he ran his tongue up and down my slit, eliciting a gasp from me. I instinctively tried to close my thighs in discomfort from being touched so intimately, but his iron grip on my legs prevented me from moving. The pain of hisfingers digging into my flesh only added to the intense sensation of being exposed and vulnerable to him.

"Don't fucking close your legs again," he demanded through gritted teeth, his voice laced with a dangerous growl.

I held his gaze for a few seconds before relaxing my thighs and laying my head back on the pillow, shuddering as his mouth found my warmth again. His tongue traced patterns along my folds, teasing me with every firm lick, every flick of his tongue. The feeling was overwhelming, fire racing through my veins as my skin ignited, my breaths coming in pants. I arched my back as the pleasure built inside me. His fingers spread me open, his thumb rubbing against my swollen clit, sending shockwaves through my body. I gripped the sheets tightly between my fingers, moaning softly as darkness flooded through me. The inferno inside me threatened to engulf me whole. Every stroke of his tongue, every flick of his fingers, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My breaths were shallow and ragged, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as I let out a quiet whimper.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate as I writhed, my thighs shaking as I fought not to crush his head between them.

"Please, what?" he hummed against my pussy.

"Please…don't stop."

He growled as he buried his face in me and sucked my clit into his mouth. I cried out when his teeth gently bit down on my sensitive nub, and my body shook with the force of my orgasm. I screamed his name, arching my back off the bed and grinding against his face. Powerful waves left me gasping for air, and I was left quivering as I gripped tightly onto his hair, his lips remaining locked on me as I rode out my pleasure.

He crawled on top of me, pressing his lips against mine, taking my air into his mouth, and leaving me with the sweet taste of my arousal on his lips. "I'll be the first and last man that tastes your cum. Do you understand me?"

I nodded, my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to me.If I could wrap myself inside his skin, clinging to his bones, I would, just to have him closer to me.

"Once I am inside of you, I won't stop until I have your virgin blood coating my cock, and my name on your lips," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "There's no going back. I will consume your soul and show you a world you never dreamed of."

I listened to his soft breaths in my ear before turning my head to respond, "I'm ready."

He positioned himself at my entrance, pressing the tip of his head against me, and my body tensed in response. I tried to brace myself for what was to come, but nothing could prepare me for what would happen. With a sharp inhale, he entered me, and I gasped in shock, my eyes widening in surprise. He kept his lips pressed against mine as sharp, intense pain coursed through me.

"You're so fucking tight," he said, pushing deeper as my walls stretched to accommodate him.

I winced in pain, my body protesting as he slowly inched his way inside of me. My legs quivered as I held onto him tightly, my nails digging into his back.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice a low growl, his breath hot on my skin.

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