Page 46 of Capturing Sin

My core burned with a pulsing ache as I sucked him down with wild abandon. I felt hollow and empty.

Yet my mouth had never been so full.

My hands crept up without my permission, wrapping the base that I couldn’t get my lips anywhere near. Before I knew it, I worked him with my hands and mouth, his tail the only thing slowing my eager attempts to devour him right alongside his control.

He groaned, horns tipping back for a moment, before his burning gaze returned to meet mine as I drank in his rapt expression. His lips peeled back, baring fangs. A harsh whine sounded as his claws raked the glass barrier.

He looked unhinged. Demonic and feral.

I relished the sight. The sense of power I’d never taken before.

His tail unwrapped from my throat, and my pace quickened as I worked him harder, trying to steal whatever I could from him.

The pointed tip slid down my chest, circling my nipples through my bra before moving lower. He pushed under my dress, teasing the edge of my panties, and I almost choked in my desperation for him to touch me where I ached for him.

“Fuck, poison,” he groaned. “When I get out of here, I’m going to fill this tight cunt up with so much cum you’ll be dripping for days. My barb is going to lock us together so you’ll mewl and scream but won’t be able to escape me.”

My eyes widened at the image he painted, fear and anticipation tightening through my body. I couldn’t see or feel anything that might be a barb, so the threat lost some of its edge.

He pressed his tail into my entrance, dipping in just enough to tease but nowhere near enough to satisfy. I growled around his length, vibrating his textured gems that stroked the inside of my mouth so sinfully.

His tail shoved in fully, stretching me deliciously. I moaned, practically screaming around him.

He snarled, yanking his tail out and ripping my panties apart, leaving me exposed and achingly empty once more.

But he didn’t torture me.

Instead, his slicked tail slapped my clit and began rubbing maddening circles. He pulled me apart thread by thread, and I took from him right back.

His face transformed into a mask of ferocity, eyes glowing white-hot. His fangs dripped a clear liquid, splattering the glass and running down like the tears tracking down my cheeks.

I kept going, working him into a frenzy, my hands slicked from my saliva and his addictive pre-cum. My tongue laved his thick head with every pass, and I bobbed harder and faster, building a rhythm as he matched my ferocity with his tail.

“Cry for me while I shatter you, poison. I want to see your make-up run down your pretty face until you’re as ugly on the outside as you are inside,” he snarled, shaking the glass with the force.

I squeezed him harder in retaliation and yanked myself off his length with a sneer. “No, parasite. You’re going to break for me.”

I swallowed him down my throat, as far as he would go, until my cheeks hollowed.

He roared, hips slamming against the glass as his length pulsed in my mouth.

His tail slapped me and buzzed wetly against my clit. I tipped over the edge, moaning around him as he shot searing pleasure down my throat.

I choked on his cum as he broke me apart. My body writhed as I knelt before him, sucking down his citrus-flavoured essence as I half screamed, half choked for him.

“Fuck, poison,” he growled, breathing as ragged as mine.

I swallowed every drop, pulling off his softening length and licking my swollen lips. He spurted another thick rope against my mouth with a groan, closing his eyes briefly like the sight was too much for him.

I pushed to my feet, ignoring the twitches assaulting my body in the blissful aftershocks. His tail wrapped my upper thigh in an almost possessive hold.

I felt powerful. For the first time in as long as I could remember.

I met his blissed-out gaze, a vicious sneer on my swollen lips. “Disgusting.”

He grinned back. “Seeing me is the only part of your day that matters too.”

Chapter 19

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