Page 102 of Satan's Spawn
Ravishing her?
Making her scream?
It’s a visceral reaction when I lean over her and bring my lips to her chest, my tongue darting out to flick the pointy bead.
Another moan escapes her lips, and I don’t budge, reveling in the precious sound. Inhaling it.
When I finally move my lips again, they go down her stomach, all the way to her panties where I breathe in her natural scent.
It’s more intoxicating than any drug, and I want so fucking bad to get high from it.
I can’t, though, because my mission is clear. Break this beautiful girl before she breaks me.
More movement ensues as I’m slipping a steady finger behind Rebecca’s panties, this time from her sassy little artist friend, who’s doing more than stirring. She’s waking up.
Fuck.
I use stealth mode to sneak into Rebecca’s open closet behind me, to close myself in, which isn’t hard thanks to the contact lens case on the nightstand next to Hendrix’s bed.
Bratty and blind…
Exactly how Saint likes ‘em.
I hear her shuffling through the room, cursing the need to pee when she’s so tired, and in a moment or two she’s opening the door to head into the hall, closing it quietly behind her.
I didn’t want my night to be over so soon, but it’s too much of a risk with her friend awake.
So I open the closet door, stepping out to round Rebecca’s bed, snaking a finger down her slender neck before turning and making my way to the window.
Rebecca
Leaves crunch rapidly under my feet, the muscles of my legs burning with need to rest.
I can’t, though, because I can feel him gaining traction.
I dodge a tree, and then another before looking quickly over my shoulder.
It’s so dark I can’t see more than ten feet behind me, but I can hear the sound of impending doom through the life of the forest.
Crickets chirping.
Owls hooting.
Wind blowing in sync with the whistles from his lips.
I’m the helpless mouse being chased by a starving cat.
Or are we equally as hungry?
Him for his meal and me for an escape.
Salvation appears as headlights in the distance, and I push through the searing pain and move my legs even faster.
“How many times do I have to tell you there is no escaping me, Rebecca?” Crayton’s voice appears all around me, like a deity in the sky.
“Leave me alone!” I shout desperately into the night.
“Never.” The voice hisses, so close it feels like a slap in the face.
