Page 145 of Creep

“What a cute little liar you are.” His thumb traced my jawline, surprisingly gentle compared to the harshness of his other touches. “Your pulse is racing. I can feel it under my fingers. And if I touch your cunt, tell me, will it be wet?”

I made a choked sound from the back of my throat. Mael smiled at me, the kind of smile I imagined a crossroad demon would give the victim he had just made a deal with.

He turned me around until I was lying on my stomach on the bed. I let out a small squeal. Mael palmed my ass. I looked back and glared at him, and his smile widened. He pulled his hand back and spanked me.

I wiggled, trying to get away. He held me down with one arm wrapped around my waist, and he continued to spank me.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a gasp as the stinging pain spread.

He laughed. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m spanking you.” He moved to my other ass cheek. “Fuck, but look how pretty your skin looks, turning red from my handprint like this.”

“Mael… this is…”

“Yes, kitten?”

I shook my head. He reached under my stomach, then moved up and took hold of my breast, his grip painfully tight.

I suppressed a cry by biting my lip. Each sensation was a brutal paradox—the pain of his grasp, the pleasure radiating from his touch. My body betrayed my mind’s confusion, arching into his touch even as I tried to convince myself this wasn’t what I wanted.

Mael was right. I was a liar.

He gave me several taps on my ass cheeks, from one to the next, and I closed my eyes when I felt my arousal drip down the inside of my leg. Something Mael didn’t miss.

“Fucking hell,” he said, his fingers tracing along the wetness. I looked back in time to see him suck on his finger, his blue eyes dancing when he noticed me watching him.

He let go of the finger with a pop of his mouth.

“Delicious,” he said, and though I didn’t think it was possible anymore, considering all that we’d done, he still managed to make me blush.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me in closer to him. “I’m not fucking done.”

I wasn’t prepared when he leaned down and swiped his tongue up and down my center from behind. My arms gave out, and I could no longer hold my weight up. I pressed my face against the side of the mattress and closed my eyes, letting him take control, letting him play with my body in a way no one else had done before.

My fists tightened around the sheets when I felt his tongue push inside me.

“Fuck, Mael!”

“That’s right, baby,” he said, his voice vibrating against my skin. I trembled from the sensation. “Say my name. You know it’s me eating out this sweet little cunt, don’t you? God, you taste so fucking good.”

My thigh muscles clenched at his words just as he smacked his hand down on my ass cheek once more. I jolted from the sensation as the pain spread through my skin.

I let out a small groan, and he chuckled wickedly, giving my other cheek the same treatment.

“Do you know how pretty you look wearing my handprint on you?”

I was not going to answer that question. It didn’t seem like he was looking for one, anyway, because he went back to eating me out, driving me crazy.

His hand moved around me until he found my clit, rubbing around it over and over again; all the while, his lips became relentless, never stopping, building me up and up and up…

I exploded with a boom.

I cried out his name. I cried out for a God I wasn’t sure existed, and I begged mercilessly when the sensation became too much, and I was suddenly afraid of what might happen after.

I didn’t know.

I felt Mael turn me around, and I wrapped my arms around him without a thought, clinging to him.

I didn’t even know when it happened.

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