Page 27 of Where's Molly

Instantly, his hands are cupping my breasts, gnashing his teeth against mine.

“Let me taste,” he demands roughly, his voice sounding as if his soul has been possessed by the king of hell.

I crawl up his body just enough for him to wrap his hot mouth around a nipple, his tongue swirling around the tightened bud before his teeth bite into the soft flesh.

My back bows while my hand flies into the short strands atop his head, crying out as the sting worsens.

Just when it becomes too much, he releases me only to suck my abused nipple back into his mouth, easing the pain with long, thorough licks.

The sounds coming from my throat are raspy and broken with pleasure. If my body was a kingdom, he'd be waging a celestial war against me where I'd easily crumble beneath his forces. The gods within have grown tired, and it's a relief to succumb to an inferno the devil created just for me.

Cage retreats again, and just when he begins to dish out another command, blood splatters across my face, neck, and side, and across his chest.

A startled scream leaves my throat, and I look over to see Chili tearing into the thigh of the butchered woman.

Mouth open in shock, I turn back to Cage, only to find him peering up at me with an emotion I don't know how to name. But what I do know is that it's powerful, unrestrained, and unlike anything I've seen before.

“You're fucking incredible,” he says, his tone hushed.

Instinctively, I peer down at myself, where trails of blood paint my breasts, the valley between them, and my stomach.

I should be horrified, yet when I lift my stare back to Cage, I feel anything but. My clit throbs and arousal gathers deep in my core. The urge to grind against his cock is overwhelming, but I refrain for now.

Something wet splatters onto my face, then trails down my cheek before a crimson bead drips off my jaw and lands on my breast, all of which Cage watches intently.

His hands cup my hips, and he squeezes tightly. Feeling invigorated, I brush a black-painted nail across my nipple, my mouth parting in wonder as his stare drops to my chest. His eyes darken like a forest fire within, blackening with a hunger as potent as the flames. I’ve never been so ready to walk into a wildfire.

Teasingly, I smear the crimson over the swell and down to my ribs, where a macabre bird with its wings wired onto its body is tattooed.

The black-and-gray artwork snags his attention for a moment, but inevitably, he refocuses on my finger once it reaches the waistband of my shorts.

“Stand up,” he rasps, anticipation gleaming in his eyes. He doesn't seem inclined to stand with me. Instead, he props up on hiselbows and reclines back on them. He stares up at me with a reverence that can only be captured by the human eye. Nothing—not even our own hands—could recreate that image and do it any justice.

I do as he says, though my knees tremble and threaten to crumble as tragically as if they were an ancient monument.

“Take it all off, baby. I need to see everything,” he commands hoarsely.

My heart pounds in my chest as I hook my thumbs beneath the fabric of my shorts and panties and slide them down my thighs. I kick them to the side where the rest of my clothes lay.

Insecurity and forced confidence battle for dominance. From his position, I know he can see the scar on my hip—a perfect imprint of teeth from when Dad bit me years ago. Sadly, it isn't the only bite mark forever marring my flesh. They're also on my biceps, stomach, thighs, and of course, my face.

He left them everywhere, sinking his teeth so far into me that I passed out from the pain. Most of the bite marks eventually faded, except the ones now on full display, crimson smeared over them.

“Jesus Christ,” Cage groans. “Sit on my fucking face, Molly.”

My stomach twists as I step over him, butterflies unleashing within as I crouch over his face, keeping my feet flat on the floor.

Cage was the last man I slept with, and something about that is utterly embarrassing. I’ve gotten intimate with plenty of vibrators throughout the years, though I could never muster the courage to let another man touch me again.

Nerves eat me alive, but the wet, hot slide of Cage’s tongue along my slit has me forgetting exactly what I was anxious about. And his unrestrained moan that follows has my stomach tightening.

My mouth falls open as bliss consumes me, beginning at my core and spreading out to the tips of my fingers and toes.

“Oh,” I breathe, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his tongue spears inside me, circling around my inner walls.

A growl builds in his chest and his arms circle around my thighs, anchoring me onto his face. My legs tremble violently, once more threatening to give out on me. They’re fucking useless when it comes to him.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he groans against me, the vibrations sending another wave of bliss throughout me.

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