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I pull out and thrust hard.
“Oh god.”
“God doesn’t belong in your hell,” I rasp low. “You serve the devil.” Twisting my fingers savagely, I growl, “You’re his little whore now.”
Sliding my other hand under her head, I grip her throat from the front and squeeze, short of cutting off her oxygen. Being at my mercy makes her pussy gush more juices until a wet smacking noise pierces the air.
Tilting her head so it rests against my chest, I hold her immobile and bask in her softness and sublime submission. The distance of the past week was necessary but it doesn’t mean I didn’t hate every second of it.
Having her again is my reward.
So is the way she’s welcoming me like the last few days were torture for her too.
The hand resting on her belly shifts and threads into my hair as she clenches around me and bites her lip. I thought herterror was captivating but it’s incomparable to the lust currently shining in her eyes.
Running my hand lower, I grope her tit and squeeze it tightly. “Were you dreaming of me, little prey?”
Color blooms on her cheeks, giving her away. Yet she spills lies. “No.”
“I heard you moan my name.”
“I would never,” she sasses, not asking me to stop touching her. Instead, she grabs my biceps and meets every slapping thrust below.
“I’m going to make you scream it now,” I grunt, and let her feel the ridge of my cock.
Her eyes go round again, pupils darkening. It’s the first time she’s feeling it and a dirty kind of fear flashes on her face when she feels the length. However, her walls tightening around my pistoning hand give away her desperation. The desire to be crammed full of my dick.
Moans and cries spill from her mouth as her orgasm sneaks closer.
“Don’t be scared, prey.”Thrust. “Soon, you’ll take—”Grind. “Every single inch until it hurts to be crammed so full.”Thrust.
Her pussy chokes my fingers and after a vicious thrust against her favorite spot, she climaxes.
“Augustus!” she screams, scratching my arms with her nails.
I don’t slow down and fuck her through it until it spills into a second orgasm. I’ve trained her body well.
“That’s it, whore. Worship your devil.”
I don’t stop until I steal another orgasm and every single drop of her cum. Until her body goes lax.
CHAPTER – 25
Augustus
Once the last tremor leaves her, I gently pull out my fingers and wrap my arm around her waist. When I shift, her leg curled over mine drops to the sheet.
Her lush scent mixed with her arousal fills my lungs like a soothing balm. I give her a moment, silently watching and caressing her bare stomach.
I’m not done with her by a long shot.
After several minutes pass, she blinks her eyelids open and twists to look over her shoulder. She says nothing and softly studies my gaze. Either still in a trance or wondering if I’m a figment of her imagination.
“Miss me, little prey?” I murmur, noticing the faint freckles on the tip of her nose.
Fire flashes in her pupils, breaking the daze left by the powerful orgasms.
“You left,” she hurls accusingly.
