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Garron
She’s stunning.Ours. Mine.
When Corwin pulls out and steps back, mask fogged and crooked, I see her shift. She starts to turn, making to slide off the slab like she’s done, like she thinks this was the end.
Not a chance.
I lunge, planting myself between her and the exit, the camera still rolling. My hand tangles in her hair, yanking her back so hard she has to arch, eyes wide, looking up at me upside down.
It’s twisted. I’m sure we look like some fucked up Spider-Man shot, but I’m not here to save her.
Her voice is ragged. “You didn’t catch me.”
I smirk behind the mask. “My hand in your hair says I did just that.”
Her glare sharpens, pupils still blown, chest heaving. She twists trying to wrench free, but I haul her around until she’s braced on her arms behind her, legs falling open. Now her ass is right at the edge of the slab, the perfect position for me to take a taste, her body angled open like she was made for it.
I shove the mask up, letting it sit crooked on top of my head, needing my mouth bare. Needing to taste her. My back is to the camera, so they can’t see my face anyway, and at this point I’m not sure I care if they did. I’m too far gone with want, knowing I’m about to be inside my little horror again.
Her pussy glistens, swollen, used, fucking perfect. I don’t care that Corwin was just inside her. I won’t put my mouth where his seed might drip, but her clit is mine.
I bend, tongue pressing against her tiny nub flat and licking her like a man starved. Her cry slices through the crypt. I lap at her harder, sucking that little bundle of nerves until she jerks, my stubble scraping her inner thighs.
She rests a hand on my head, holding me to her. “Yesss…fuck…”
My tongue drags slowly, savoring every inch of her. She tastes like salt and sin, and it makes me growl into her skin. She’s better than blood, better than whiskey.
I close my teeth gently around the little jewel of her VCH, tugging with just enough pressure to make her jolt. Her cry shatters through the crypt. I bite again, not cruel, just playing with the little metal that crowns her clit like it was put there just for me. Her thighs clamp around my head, but she doesn’t push me away, and she doesn’t use Psalm fifty-one.
Her hips start to twitch against my mouth. I pin them down with one arm across her stomach, keeping her trapped against the cold slab. She curses, thrashes, but every sound turns into a moan the second I circle her clit.
“You hate this?” I mutter against her skin. “Then say it.”
She doesn’t.
I bury my face deeper, tongue pressing hard and fast, teeth catching her VCH again and again until she’s gasping like she’s drowning. My jaw aches, but I don’t stop. Her thighs clamparound my head, and I shove them wider, refusing to let her close me out.
“Fuck,” she whimpers, voice breaking.
I suck hard on the bar, flick my tongue against it, and feel her whole body seize. She bucks, tries to lift, but my arm pins her tight. The cry that rips out of her is raw, ragged, pure release.
I don’t stop, not even when she begs, not even when her body shakes. I drag every ounce of it out of her, licking until she’s sobbing, wrung out, her thighs trembling against my shoulders.
Only then do I lift my head, mouth wet, chin dripping with her. I wipe nothing away. I want her to see me coated in her…us, want her to know how deep I’ll go just to hear her break.
Her chest heaves, eyes glassy. She looks at me like she wants to call me a monster and kiss me at the same time.
“Perfect,” I growl, and my mouth twists into a grin. “You’re perfect when you come apart for me.”
Her body is still trembling when I rise, slow and deliberate. My hands keep her thighs spread, and she doesn’t stop me. She’s flushed, wrecked, her gaze hazy and defiant, but she’s glaring at me through it all like she refuses to give me the win.
“You think that was the end?” I rasp. “That was just me tasting you.”
Her lips part on a whisper. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” I push my joggers down enough to grip my cock and drag the head against her soaked entrance. She jerks, a moan slipping free even as she shakes her head. “Don’t make you come again? Don’t fuck you until you scream?”
