Page 24 of Touched By Sin
“Sshh!” she soothes, licking the wound and flicking my clit with her thumb. “Don’t tell the boys.”
Seeing her sharp teeth coated in my blood and the drops of deep red on her chin sends me over the edge. I come hard, spasming on her fingers while she whispers in my ear, “That’s it, little angel whore, come on your queen’s fingers.”
The wave soon recedes, and she slides her fingers out from beneath my skirt and sucks my desire off them. Her eyes hold mine, a hint of something dangerous glinting in their pits, reminding me I’m out of my depth.
She cups my chin and cradles it softly. “Drop to your knees.”
My throat jumps when I slowly lower myself onto the damp, cold grass beneath my knees. I stare up at her face, framed by the moonlight.
“Lift my skirt.”
I place my hands on her smooth legs and slide them up her thighs and around her ass, palming her soft skin. Her wet pussy is in my face. I can smell her.
Her nails scrape my scalp before she applies pressure to the back of my head and guides me to her. “Look at me. I want to see those big eyes gaze up at me while you worship my cunt.”
She’s so close to my hungry mouth, her thighs glistening with arousal.
“Do you know how pretty you are on your knees, awaiting instructions with your lips parted and your big, innocent eyes staring up at me? Look down, little angel. Look at my pussy.”
I do. My hungry eyes take in her wet cunt and the soft landing strip of curls above her slit. I want to breathe her in, taste the drop of arousal trailing a path down her thigh.
“You’re dripping,” I whisper, when she gives my hair a sharp yank.
“You do that to me, little angel. You make me want to defile you and watch you sin.”
I gulp.
“Now, stick your tongue out and taste me.”
“What if they come looking for me?”
“Shut up and do as you’re told,” she replies, pulling on my hair. The fresh smell of the grass beneath my knees mixes with the heady scent of her desire as I lean in to bury my tongue in her soaking folds. Her sweet flavor fills my mouth and coats my chin. Moaning out loud, I lap at her, my nails digging into her ass.
“Fuck,”she moans, staring down at me while I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She tastes so fucking good, and I can’t get enough of her scent and soft, feminine sounds of pleasure. The sharp scrape of her nails.
“Hell, just like that, little angel.”
I hold her gaze while lapping at her entrance and tasting her sweetness on my tongue, feeling it coat my lips. My knees ache and my wings unfold behind me to shield us from prying eyes. Ronan mentioned lions tearing into a kill. This is like that—I’m protective of Dariana and her throbbing cunt. If anyone tried to take my feast away from me now, I would snarl and bare my teeth. I won’t let anyone have her until I’m satisfied. Her body and addictive moans are mine.
“Such a good girl,” she praises, riding my mouth with expert rolls of her hips. “Lick me just like that.”
Her soft breasts sway inside her dress, and she bites down on her plump bottom lip when I fill her up with my tongue.
She’s so warm, wet, and tight. My shoulders ache from the weight of my wings. I’m not used to keeping them extended this long, but the instinct to keep prying eyes away from my catch is too strong. If they see her, they might try to take her from me, and I would sooner kill than let that happen. Not now when she’s so close to falling apart in my arms.
“Oh, Devil,” she moans, her head thrown back as I gaze up at her, framed by my white wings. Her raven hair falls down her back in a thick waterfall. I would pull on it if I didn’t have my hands full of her perfect ass. Two more licks and she lets out a loud moan as she stiffens in my hands. I hold her through her orgasm, eagerly licking up her cum. She tastes so fucking good.
When her breathing returns to normal, she lowers her leg and steps back. Her dress slides back down to cover her swollen pussy from my hungry eyes, and I mourn the loss of her sweet moans in the air. At least I can still taste her on my tongue. She’s on my chin, my cheeks, and the damp strands of my hair.
“Remember,” she says as I lower my wings, “not a word to the boys.”
ChapterSeven
AURELIA
Ifind them outside one of the classrooms, surrounded by throngs of girls. Jealously instantly grabs me by the throat and shakes me, growling,“Just fucking beg!”
I won’t.
