Page 34 of Knotted By the Demon

I couldn’t bring myself to open my eyes, not yet. I wanted to stay in this moment, to let it seep into my bones and take root. I knew I wasn’t completely healed. I knew there would be bad days and good days. I knew things would trigger those unpleasant memories and send me spiraling. But now I had something I hadn’t had in the past: new memories to hold on to.

New memories that would act as armor – act as my shield as I fought my way to happiness one day at a time. Sofia’s hands continued to drift over my body, moving lower now. The towel scrubbed across my abdomen, moving even lower. My eyes popped open when I felt the towel against my thigh.

I stared down to find her squatting in front of me, cleaning my legs, her face unbearably close to my cock. My hard cock, which was jutting toward her. She leaned forward as she reached around my body to wipe the back of my thighs, her face pressing against the tip of my cock.

My breath hitched, my pupils dilating as a surge of heat coursed through me, pooling low in my belly. My body reacted instinctively and I truly had no control over what happened next. A quiet whimper slipped past my lips as the first faint trail of slick trickled from me, dripping down her face.Oh, no!Shame flashed over me. I wanted to run and hide.

Yet, all I could do was stand there frozen, unable to move. Unable to control my body that was leaking for her, onto her. She didn’t pull back. She didn’t recoil. Instead, she leaned in closer, rubbing her cheek against my cock. I swallowed and nearly choked on my spit when she spoke.

“Is that for me, Little Rabbit?” she whispered, voice husky with desire.

She didn’t sound mad at all. And that only made me leak more.

“Mmmm,” she hummed as my slick dripped down her face and neck. I even saw some of it trailing down her breasts. “You smell so good, Little Rabbit. But you haven’t answered my question. Is that for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Thank you,” she mumbled as my scent filled the tiny stall. “You smell good enough to lick, Little Rabbit.”

I heard the towel drop to the floor as she faced my cock. The tip of me trailed across her cheek as she moved and was now resting against her lips. It bounced against her mouth when she spoke.

“Demon fed me breakfast,” she told me, breath fanning over the tip of me with each word she uttered.

More slick leaked from me, coating her lips, making them glossy with my essence.

“But I suddenly find myself in the mood for a snack,” she continued. “Will you be my snack, Little Rabbit?”

My knees almost buckled. I reached out, gripping the wall for balance as her hands rubbed over my legs. She turned her face from left to right, glossing her lips with my slick. Her movements ignited sparks within me that I couldn’t contain. My omega didn’t want me to contain them. My cock throbbed, the air thickening as her scent spiked, mingling with mine in a way that made my omega purr.

“You’re perfect like this,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, the sound curling around me like smoke. Her hands rose higher, grazing my hips before sliding down to my thighs. She pressed a kiss to my cock that sent shivers rippling through me.

“Sofia,” I whimpered, my voice trembling.

I wanted to stop her, to tell her I wasn’t worthy of this, but I couldn’t form the words. My body betrayed me, trembling with need as more slick dripped from me, its scent growing thicker, richer, impossible to ignore.

“Say yes, and I’ll snack on you, beautiful omega. Or say no, and we can start drying off and get dressed. Tell me what you want, love. I won’t be mad either way. I want what you want.”

No pressure. No demands. No force. Just want. Damn it, I think I’m in fucking love.

“Taste me,” I whispered, needing her mouth on me, needing my cock in her throat so deep that she’d think of me every time she swallowed.

“Thank you,” she whispered before pressing another chaste kiss to my cock.

She lowered herself onto her knees before me, her hazel eyes locking onto mine as she leaned in. Her tongue darted out, tasting the trail of slick along my inner thigh. Her moan sent a jolt straight through me, my cock twitching in response.

“So sweet,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer. “You taste perfect, Greek.”

I shuddered, my fists clenched against the wall as her mouth moved to the tip of my cock, her lips parting to take me in. Heat exploded through me, and I cried out, my body bowing toward her as she sucked me deep, her tongue swirling over my shaft. Every sound she made, every hum of approval as she savored me, made me feel cherished, wanted, safe.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she murmured, pulling back to kiss the slick-coated skin just above the base of my cock. “Let me take care of you, Little Rabbit.”

Her praise sent another wave of heat crashing through me, and I knew then I would give her anything she wanted. I would let her consume me, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of me, no fears, no doubts. Only her.

“You taste like heaven,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, the words curling around me like the steam rising from the shower. “So sweet. So perfect. So addictive.”

Her lips closed around the tip of my cock again, her tongue swirling against me in a rhythm that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer, guiding me deeper into the warmth of her mouth. She sucked me slowly at first, her lips gliding over my length, teasing, tasting, tormenting.

Her tongue worked in tandem with her lips, tracing patterns that had my omega practically howling with pleasure. My moans filled the stall, raw and unrestrained, mingling with the sound of the water as I lost myself in the sensation of her mouth.

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