Page 140 of Requiem of Sin

Shit.I knew it. He doesn’t just know what I did—he saw the whole thing.

Which means there are definitely hidden cameras in my bedroom. And I should be enraged at that fact. I should feel violated.

Instead, I’m way too distracted by how close he is now. He lifts a hand to my hair and strokes it back from my face, making me look up at him.

“You know what really pisses me off, though?”

I gulp. “N-no…?”

Demyen rubs his thumb over my lip, his eyes tracing the motion. “The fact that I wasn’t there with you.”

His mouth crashes over mine and I know, I feel it in every cell in my body, that there’s no walking away from him now.

I’m breathless and wanting. I want him. God, I want him so fucking badly. I can’t help the whimper of need that escapes my throat, and when he growls in response and nips my bottom lip with his teeth, I almost come right then and there.

His hands rub my thighs under my dress, edging it up more and more as he kneads his fingers into my flesh. When he breaks thekiss, it’s only so he can trail his hungry mouth along my jaw and down my neck, sucking on the curve where my shoulder begins.

Demyen sinks his teeth in, not enough to break skin but just enough to make me cry out and surge with warmth between my legs at the same time.

“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles against my damp skin. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

Can he hear my heart slamming inside my chest? Does he want that, too? But before I can pull together my thoughts enough to form words, he kisses his way back to my mouth and tangles his tongue with mine once more.

I can’t help myself. He tastes so fuckinggood. I suck on his tongue, stroking with my own, which earns me another appreciative growl and his hand suddenly fists in my hair at the nape of my neck, right where he knows I want it.

His other hand rips my flimsy panties apart like they’re nothing to him. The quick bite of elastic against my skin only heightens the thrill.

And then he’s there, cupping me in his palm. Stroking his fingers along my slit. Pressing, pushing, teasing. I don’t hold back the shivering moan he pulls from me and his mouth curves into a wicked smile.

“We were rudely interrupted last time,” he murmurs, his mouth hovering inches from mine. “Is that what you were dreaming about?”

I don’t know how he figures it out so quickly, but I don’t care, either. I only nod. “Yes…”

“Such a good girl.” He captures my lips again. This time, his middle finger strokes my swollen slit… and then presses inside me.

I shiver. He smiles. One finger is soon joined by a second, and when I mewl at the slight stretch, he holds me in place with his other hand in my hair.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Demyen presses soothing kisses all the way to my ear. When I gasp and he feels me surge on his fingers, he works them inside me deeper and strokes that glorious spot only he knows how to find.

“Oh, God, Demyen…” I grip his arms, mostly because I don’t know what else to grab.

“Good girl. Tell me what you feel.” He kisses the skin just below my ear. “Let me hear you sing.”

All I can give him is a chorus of whimpers and whines, but that’s exactly what he’s after. I squeeze my thighs around his wrist and he uses the tension to work his fingers inside me over that one spot that makes my toes curl and my breath quicken from gasps to pants.

Suddenly, he pulls his hand from me. I groan in panicked protest.What did I do wrong?

Demyen chuckles and kisses me. Then he uses both hands to tug my dress off over my head and toss it aside. My bra follows without a second thought and, before I have a moment to register what’s happening, he grabs me by my waist and lifts me onto the washing machine.

“Now…” He kisses a fiery path between my breasts as his hands return to stroking my thighs. “Wrap these pretty legs around my head, baby.”

I don’t know if I do as he says or if he just spreads me wide and drapes my legs over his shoulders…but the second his tongue sweeps over my slit, I gasp with surprise and squeeze every muscle in my body.

Demyen growls his approval and holds me in place. The sight of his face buried between my legs is almost too much. And he doesn’t just devour me. Not at first, at least. He takes the time to suck, lick, savor. His tongue delves warm and wet inside me, then drags up to flick and circle around my clit. His lips quickly follow, tugging on that bundle of nerves that makes me squeal and moan his name.

He does it again, and again, and again. That deep dive of his tongue, the slow sweep, the warm suckle…

Only this time, he gives my clit another long, deep tug into his mouth the same time his fingers plunge inside me.

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