Page 19 of Fated Blood

“Oh, Sebastian! That is—oh, it’s so good!”

“This is just the beginning…” I purr, letting my circling fingers explore her folds before I slip my middle finger lower and prod her opening. Her gasp now is more of a scream of need, a tiny keening wail in the darkness. “This is where I would be inside you…” God, I can barely breathe. I simultaneously want to sink my fingers inside her without warning just as much as I want to pull my hand back and suck her taste off them.

“Your fingers…inside there?” she asks between breaths.

I circle her entrance teasingly. “My fingers first, yes. Then my tongue. Then my—”

“Your tongue?” she shrieks, falling backwards on her hands and knees in shock.

“What?” I ask, honestly surprised and a little concerned.

“Mouths don't go there, Sebastian! It’s…it’s gross! I’m gross! Istink!”

I can’t help it, I laugh. Of course she stinks, we both stink. We’re in a dungeon. But her pulling away has solved my conundrum. I pull my hand back through the hole and lock eyes with her as I slip my forefinger and middle finger into my mouth and suck. My eyes roll closed, her taste on my tongue is intoxicating. Yes, it’s pungent, yes we both need to shower, but Fayla is the most delicious thing I’ve ever sampled.

“That’s so gross!” she wails, horrified.

“I promise you, it’s not. All women love this, being touched there. Licked, sucked…come back to me,” I demand, and she shakes her head fast. “Come to me, now, Fayla.”

“I…I don’t know…this is strange.”

“Now!” I let my voice go deeper, almost growling. She will put her pussy back on my hand or I’ll rip these rocks down with my bare hands. “I want your back against this wall. I want you to scoot down like you’re sitting in a chair, and hold yourself there. Do you understand?”

She swallows hard and nods, obeying me as if on instinct, and I reach through as she slides down the wall and I cup her core from behind. I grab my cock, stroking it slowly as I slip my fingers into her folds again.

“I’m going to rub your clit between my two fingers. Imagine my tongue on your clit as I do,” I order her.

“What’s a clit?” she asks, and I grin.

“This,” I say, stroking the tip of her nub in slow circles.

“Ah…oh…clit?”

“Clitoris, an erogenous zone. It will be your new favorite word before we’re done.”

I inhale as her arousal intensifies. I do as I promised, slotting her clit between two fingers and rubbing up and down the sides, teasing her. Her moans are picking up, her center becoming hotter and wetter with every stroke.

“Oh, gods!” she calls out, and her hand shoots between her legs and covers mine. She rocks against my palm, her fingers learning what I’m doing as her moans become wilder. I’m pulling her apart stroke by stroke, and I know she’s almost ready.

“When you come again, I’m going to slowly put my finger inside. I need to feel you clutch my finger so fucking bad…”

“Come? Where am I going?” she asks, her innocence is so sweet. So intoxicating.

“To heaven and back, love…” I whisper.

“I’m going to die?” she asks.

I almost laugh as I don’t hear any worry in her voice, only desire. “Just a little bit,” I say, increasing my pace. I surround her clit with my forefinger and ring finger, using my middle finger to hold pressure. “Scream for me when you fall apart.”

It’s a demand, not a request. I need to dominate her, corrupt her. I wanted to corrupt her to scare her away at first, but now…

Now I want to corrupt her so when I get this hole big enough she crawls on my lap and takes what I’ll make her need.

Chapter7

Fayla

My legs are burning, my stomach’s hard and tight as I try to hold myself on Sebastian’s strong hand. I’m rocking out of control, one hand over his and the other in my hair. This is so much better than my own fingers, he’s making me feel pleasure like I never imagined. The fear of him putting his fingers inside my body is washed away with raw need as he rubs myclit,trying to make mecome.His words are strange to me, but the way he demands my body and makes me feel so good makes me forget the oddness.

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