Page 33 of The Hellkeeper

“A book that made you blush. A book that possibly made your pussy drip.”

“ Why are you so mad?”

His thumb brushes my lower lip. “Because no one gets to teach you about this but me. After I’ve taught you everything, every filthy, beautiful thing there is to know, you can read however much of it you want. Just let me be the one who shows you first.”

What does he plan on doing? I find out a second later.

“Little flower, I’m going to eat your pussy till you pass out.”

“That’s so gross,” I blurt out without thinking. My brain-to-mouth filter evaporates around this man.

“Gross?” His eyes burn with something dangerous.

“Yes,” I answer truthfully, seeing no point in lying.

He lunges at me, yanking my dress up to expose me. A choked sound escapes me.

“Damien, stop,” I rasp, pressing my thighs together.

“I’m going to teach you how to love my tongue on your pussy, little flower. I’m going to show you how good it feels.”

He rips my underwear off, forcing my legs apart with ease, spreading me open.

“Fucking beautiful,” he growls. “Don’t you dare hide from me.”

Without warning, he licks.

The first lick—oh God. My hips buck involuntarily, chasing his mouth. My body feels like it’s on fire.

“You… you can’t. It’s dirty.” My voice cracks. “What if you get sick?”

“It’s fucking pure, little flower. You’re pure.”

His tongue flicks against me again, deeper this time. My entire body reacts against my will.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growls. He flicks the tip of his tongue against my ball of nerves, making my back arch. His mouth works over me relentlessly, his hands holding me still as I try to squirm away.

How can I hate this? How can I want this when I told myself I wouldn’t?

His mouth fully engulfs me, and the air is knocked out of my lungs as he licks me from bottom to top. My resistance slips away. My hands grasp at his hair, pulling him closer. The pressure between my legs is unbearable.

He pulls back just enough to look up at me, his mouth glistening with evidence of how much I’ve already given him.

“I told you, little flower. Your body wants this. You need this.”

“Please,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop. I can’t…”

I can’t finish the sentence, can’t say what I want. Because I know how much I’m going to lose myself to him if he keeps going.

My body jerks uncontrollably as something deep inside me unravels. My head spins. It feels so good.

“Shhh, you’re fine,” he says. “You’ve been needing this.”

When my release fades, I’m left dizzy and disoriented. His touch is much softer now, nothing like before. It’s like he wants to soothe me. He cradles me like I’m fragile, rocking me back and forth. “It’s okay. You’re supposed to like it.”

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs again. “Such a good girl for me. You’ll get used to this. You’re meant to want this, to want me. And you’ll love every second of it.”

Chapter Thirteen

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