Page 28 of Tempt Me

“Eat up, baby,” I groaned in a whispered thrust.

I jerked myself hard and fast, listening to the sound of her breathing. My come shot out of me like a damn geyser. The velocity made me feel dizzy. It coated the meat on the bun. The white gave a mayo appearance.

Smirking at my homemade treat, I slapped the top bun back on, clicking the lid into place and sliding it into the bag like nothing ever happened.

I walked over to Fallon’s bed, my height leaving a shadow over her face. I leaned down and lightly kissed her lips.

“I’ll taste you soon, Little Voyeur, but for now, bon appétit.”

I looked out the window, realizing I didn’t want to leave her presence. What if that dickhead came back in? There was a small closet in the back, and I tried to gauge if my ass could fit. The wizard fit in the dwarf’s house, right?

Being careful to breathe silently, I bent down close to her face. She looked peaceful as she slept. Her face held this awed look that made me wonder about her dreams.

“Such a confusing little thing, aren’t you?” I mused, leaning down and leaving another soft kiss on her cheek.

She stirred slightly, a smile playing on her lips. It had been a while since I made any woman smile with a simple kiss, but this girl was always surprising me.

I made my way into the back near the closet and shoved my body inside the small space. Some hangers fell, and a few pairs of her flowery dresses laid over my head. I laughed at that and threw my hand over my big mouth.

When I didn’t hear her make any noises, I snuggled into the outfit and laid my head back against the wall, falling asleep to her rhythmic breathing and sweet scent. I had felt more at peace in this damn cramped closet than I had in that spacious bedroom I’d been sleeping in for a year.

Twelve

Sensations: Touch, sight, smell, taste, and sound.

With how numb I am...what would truly make me feel again?

I was covered in sweat as my alarm wailed at me from the corner, letting my ass know I was late for the millionth time this week for school.

“Shut up before I throw something at you.” I groaned into the pillow, grabbing the spare and ready to chuck it at the offending noise.

I couldn’t blame the clock for the fact that I was covered in my own shame. My dream had been enough to make me scream in my sleep, and not in the ‘I am scared for my life’ kind of way. I was in the same woods I had gotten lost in before, but this time, Professor Masters was chasing me down.

I blushed at the memory of when he caught me, splaying my aching, needy body for his mouth. God, his hands felt like he was branding me. I could only dream about what his mouth would feel like.

I yawned, swinging my feet over the bed and hopping onto the cold floor. It always felt like penguins inhabited my room overnight because it was fucking cold when I woke up. My guess was that my overheated, moody sister was changing the thermostat just to fuck with me.

I walked over to my vanity, the white nightdress sculpted onto my body.

“Ugh, he’s not even here, and he’s making me into a puddle?” I yanked the damn garment off and threw it toward my closet.

The nightgown bounced off the door and landed on the ground with a wet sopping sound, making me cringe.

Yeah, okay, I definitely needed to wash that. Or burn it.

My phone chimed, and I grumbled, swiping it off my vanity and shutting off the wailing of the alarm clock.

Satan:

Good evening, pet. Make yourself presentable tonight. We have a boat party to go to, and with the holidays approaching, I have personally sponsored a Halloween horror theme night.

Me:

Oh. K. What time?

Satan:

Gio will be there to fetch you at 7:00, so don’t be late. Your outfit is being dropped off with an additional gift.

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