Page 40 of Pretty When He Bleeds

I groan, my body instinctively arching against him, but he doesn’t pull back. If anything, the bastard doubles down, his lips closing over the mark as his tongue flicks against it, soothing the sting just enough to make me shudder.

“Fuck,” I mutter through gritted teeth, my breath catching as his teeth graze over my nipple before he bites down, just hard enough to make me jerk. Pain flares, sharp and electric, but it’s swallowed by the pleasure that follows when his tongue flicks over the same spot, teasing and taunting me.

The fucker doesn’t let up. His tongue dips into the hollow of my navel, and my hips jerk up involuntarily. His hands pin me down immediately, his grip bruising as he forces me still.

“Stay fucking still,” he growls, the vibration of it against my skin sending a shiver through me. Every nerve is on fire, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he continues his descent.

When he finally reaches the waistband of my jeans, he doesn’t rush. He’s maddeningly slow, his fingers undoing the button, dragging the zipper down with deliberate care. His eyes flick up to meet mine, and the intensity in his gaze makes my stomach twist.

“Fucking sadist,” I mutter, my voice strained.

Damon doesn’t respond—he doesn’t have to. His smirk says it all as he hooks his fingers into my jeans and boxers, pulling them down just enough to free me. The cool air hits my cock, and I shudder, my hands fisting in the sheets beneath me.

He takes his time, his gaze dragging over me like he’s savoring the view, and it’s infuriating how exposed I feel under his scrutiny. But then his mouth is on me, and all coherent thought flies out the window.

I suck in a breath through gritted teeth, my head falling back against the mattress as he works his tongue over the head, easing back my foreskin with a slow, practiced flick before his mouth closes around me again. The suction is gentle at first, like he’s teasing, learning every twitch and flinch I give him.

I moan loudly and he hums around me, the vibration shooting straight through my gut, and the smug gleam in his eyes tells me he’s not even close to done. If anything, my reactions only spur him on. He takes me deeper, the wet slide of his mouth sending sparks shooting down my spine.

“Jesus fuck,” I mutter, my voice breaking as he moves faster, his lips sliding down my length in a rhythm that has my body tightening in anticipation.

It’s obscene how good he is at this. It’s not just the heat of his mouth—it’s the way he handles me, like I’m something he’s unwrapping, learning, owning.

My hips jerk before he pins them down again with an iron grip. “Keep still,” he mutters, lips brushing my skin as he pulls off just enough to speak. “You’re not gonna fuck my throat. I’m gonna take you apart piece by piece.”

I nearly lose it at that.

His eyes flick up to mine, dark and teasing, and I can see it in the smug curve of his mouth even as he sinks down again—he loves this. The mess he’s making of me. The control he’s got, without even needing to say a word.

He slides the foreskin back again with his lips, exposing the head and swirling his tongue around it slow, deliberate, and fucking filthy. The air stutters out of my lungs, my head falling back as I bite down on a moan. “God, Damon…”

He hums around me again, the vibration of it shooting right through my core. Then he goes lower, licking along the underside, tracing the vein all the way down, making me twitch against his tongue. He doesn’t miss a thing—he learns what makes me jerk, what makes me groan, and doubles down on it.

“Fuck, you’re—” I try, but my voice breaks on another moan as he pulls back, only to wrap his lips around me again and take me deeper this time. His tongue slides under the loosened skin, warm and slick, playing with the hypersensitive nerves like he’s been dreaming about doing this for years.

I can’t breathe. Can’t think. All I know is Damon—his mouth, his tongue, the obscene wet sound of him sucking me down, slow and purposeful like he’s memorizing every damn inch.

And the worst part? He’s still holding back. Still teasing. Still fucking tasting. Like he’s not done collecting every sound I make.

Then his hand wraps around the base of my cock, stroking in time with his mouth, and the dual sensations are almost too much.

I’m shaking now, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he drags me closer to the edge. Every flick of his tongue, every scrape of his teeth, sends me spiraling further into the abyss. I’m not gonna last. Not with him like this—focused, hungry, fucking ruthless with how good his mouth feels. Not when every time he pulls back, he strokes my cock with his tongue like it’s a goddamn privilege to taste me.

And judging by the look in his eyes, that’s exactly what he thinks it is.

“Damon,” I gasp, my voice hoarse. “Please… Please, let me come.”

The vibration of his groan makes my toes curl, and his hand tightens just slightly, squeezing in a way that has me biting back a moan. “Fuck,fuck—” I’m a mess now, my hands flying to his hair, tangling in his curls as he takes me even deeper. “Damon, please… I need to fucking come.Pleaselet me!”

The heat, the pressure, the sheer fucking insanity of how good he is at this—it’s all too much. My body tenses, my vision blurring as I teeter on the edge, and when his nails drag down my abs, the sharp sting is the final push I need.

I come hard, a broken moan tearing from my throat as I spill into his mouth. Damon doesn’t stop, his lips and tongue milking me for every last drop, his hands holding me steady as I shake beneath him.

When it’s over, I’m completely wrecked, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Damon finally pulls back, his tongue flicking over his lips, and the sight of him—flushed, messy, and looking like the devil himself—sends a shiver through me.

“Fucking sadist,” I mutter again, my voice weak.

His smirk fades slowly, his green eyes softening in a way that catches me off guard. Then he crawls up my body with a surprising amount of care, his weight pressing me into the bed as his hands settle on either side of my head.

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