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“Shit. Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you.”
“I’m fine,” I say, waving him off. “So, you can teleport? That’s…interesting.” I softly say, acting like this isn’t freaking me the fuck out. Because it is. This is crazy. How has this become my life?
“You can leave now.” I murmur, stepping away and making my way to my bed. I still feel dizzy after that stunt.
As I lay down on the bed, I watch him move over to my desk, grazing his fingers over the wooden surface before plopping down on the chair.
“I don’t need a baby sitter.” I say annoyed, before closing my eyes.
“I’m not here to babysit you, I’m here to make you feel better.” He states, his voice low and before I can react, a rush of coldness spreads along my legs and I snap my eyes open. Staring down, I see those familiar shadow hands creeping up my legs, curling around my thighs before spreading them apart and I gasp.
“Wha—“
“Shh…don’t move.” He whispers before a hand swipes over my panties, rubbing against the fabric covering my clit causing me to let out a strained moan. I catch a quick glimpse of him, still sitting at my desk with his eyes locked on me as his shadows touch and caress me.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
I don’t want him to. At this moment, all I can think about is him. No heartbreak, no betrayal, no Austin. Just him touching me. But I can’t seem to find the words to say it, so I do what I know is better than words.
Don’t stop, please.I repeat in my head over and over. The next moment, his shadows open my legs wider for him to kneel on the bed with his head between my legs, staring up at me with those silver eyes.
I feel the fabric of my panties move as he pulls them to the side, his warm breath fanning against my core. He opens his mouth and a single drop of spit rolls off his tongue and lands on my sensitive clit causing me to jerk.
But the thing that catches me off guard is when he sticks out his tongue. It extends to an inhuman length and my eyes widen.
“Fuck,” I whisper. His eyes never leave mine as he leans down and gives a long lick from my entrance to my clit before closing his mouth over me. The wave of pleasure hits me so hard, I think I might fucking explode.
“So fucking sweet.” He murmurs. My mouth falls open as he licks and sucks on the sensitive nub before he slips his entiretongue into me causing a loud moan to slip out. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
My hands instinctively go to his hair, tugging on the strands and pulling him closer as I buck my hips for more friction. I slowly start grinding my hips, matching the rhythm of his mouth. Warmth starts coiling up my spine, spreading across my cheeks and down to my toes as I near the edge.
As he plunges his tongue deeper, rubbing against that perfect spot, he lets out a groan that vibrates against my pussy and that’s enough to completely send me over the edge.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, my muscles tightening as a shattering orgasm rips through me, the pleasure blinding me as white spots dance across my vision. I rock my hips a bit slower against his mouth, riding out my high before my limbs go numb.
He raises from between my legs, his mouth glistening from both spit and my arousal. The last thing I remember as I laid there catching my breath, is him licking his lips and his words echoing in my head before the darkness engulfed me.
Good enough to eat, darling.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Lily
It has been ages since I’ve slept so well. But now I’m laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened last night, over and over again in my head. The area between my legs are sensitive, a reminder of what he did to me and how I loved every fucking second of it.
I’ve never had an orgasm by oral before. Every time Austin would go down on me, I would pray for him to stop, because, to be honest, it didn’t feel good. At all. It just frustrated me because he would never get me to finish.
But last night, I’ve never felt anything like it and I wouldn’t mind feeling it again. Fuck, I might even chain him to me and keep his head between my legs for hours. Okay, enough.
Blowing out a breath, I finally get myself up. I’m still in last night’s Halloween costume. I need a shower asap. But as I swing my legs off the bed I notice something sitting in my desk chair. My grim reaper teddy. A smile creeps on to my lips as I slowly make my way towards it.
Behind it on the table is a single white daisy. My heart swells at the thought of Vex bringing me my teddy back and also leaving a daisy, a reminder of what he always used to do for me since childhood to cheer me up.
I make my way to the bathroom and start pulling off the wings that are now bent from sleeping with it still on, as well as the halo. Damn, he really didn’t even give me a chance to take my clothes off before he put his head between my legs.
Chuckling to myself, I turn the shower on and as I wait for it to heat up, I remove my dress but then I froze.
“What the hell?” I whisper as I graze my fingers over my thighs. Clear as day, dark hand marks bruise my skin. He bruised me—well, technically his shadows did, but still. How the fuck am I supposed to explain this? Fucking Vex.
