Page 32 of Grotesque
She turned to look at me, but I knew at this angle, being so close to her, that she couldn’t see me fully. I slipped my fingersfarther down her chest until my claws were skimming across her nipple beneath the cotton fabric.
Her scent was getting stronger while her eyes were getting heavier. “Kay,” she mumbled and rubbed her face against mine.
That simple gesture, her skin brushing against mine, her lips grazing the corner of my mouth, made my cock stone hard. I caught her lips against mine and kissed her fully, but she was already dozing again, sleep had pulled her to him swiftly.
My stomach flipped with anticipation.
The marks I had left on her legs were already fading. I would need to leave more; deeper wounds that would take longer to heal.
“Just a little sting,” I whispered, gripping her below the knee as I carved a new crescent into her flesh. She liked being marked. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have the tattoos inked into her permanently. I made sure my second cut was deep enough that it would scar once healed, marking her as mine, lest she forget in the coming days.
I brushed my nose across her face again. Her breath coaxed me to return to her mouth – so soft and inviting – where I kissed her gently. I slid my tongue over the edge of her teeth. What I wouldn’t give for her to bite down on me.
Her lips were luscious. I found myself pushing my tongue deeper. The spice of the merlot coating her throat added another layer to her flavor. Her lips tightened around my retreating tongue.
Perhaps she wasn’t totally asleep after all.
It was better this way, though. I wanted to make her feel things only I could before she finally saw me. Before she laid eyes on the beast that would make her scream in pleasure, in fear, and then devour her later.
A little sigh escaped her, making my cock twitch. What sort of sounds would she make if I put that in her mouth?
Not yet.For that, I would wait for her to be fully conscious.
I turned her body, dragging her hips to the edge of the bed as I slid to my knees before her. She was so soft, so malleable to my touch as I positioned her where I needed her. The cotton panties glided off her hips with ease. I folded them neatly beside her before easing my focus back to her center.
I’d had plenty of offerings before, plenty of sparrows to keep my hunger sated, but none were as perfect as Sorcha sprawled out before me like my own personal feast. I was going to dine on her like she was my last supper.
I leaned forward and pressed my nose against her slit. She smelled of musk and faintly of her lavender body wash. A purr of satisfaction rumbled through me when I leaned back, resting my cheek against her soft thigh. She was a pretty pink between her legs, the folds unfurling like rose petals when I slipped my finger inside. I took my time savoring how beautiful she looked parting for me before I reached down to free my cock. I gave it a firm squeeze as I continued to explore her with just my finger, tracing the outline of her lips and then spreading her apart again to reveal that small channel I would soon be in.
I leaned forward and swiped my tongue between her folds.
Sweet as a dark cherry, her flavor came to life in my mouth. The taste of her was carved into my very being. I had not known the effect she would have on me the first time I tasted her, and it took every grain of my will to restrain myself from taking her this time around. Forcing myself upon her wouldn’t be as pleasurable, not when I knew that deep down, she wanted me.
I withdrew my finger, replacing it with my lips and tongue, which switched between kissing and licking the outer part of her sex. I grabbed the outside of her thigh, pulling her legs wider as I forced my tongue inside her.
Her pussy flexed around my tongue, encouraging me to push it deeper. Her heat was exquisite and her taste as delicious as thefirst time. I worked my cock in time with my tongue, thrusting and pulling out, curling the forked tip over the ridges that lined the top of her cunt. It wasn’t long before her wetness coated me, proof that even in sleep she loved what I was doing to her.
I knew she would. It pleased me that she trusted me enough to satisfy her while she slept. To chase away whatever had tormented her before she came home to me.
I slipped my free hand beneath her shirt to grip one of her breasts. Her nipple standing erect beneath my palm only further confirmed that she was turned on. I pinched it, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger. A short intake of breath snapped my eyes up to her face. Her eyelids were fluttering, brows knit together as I pinched her again, but it was when I thrust my tongue deeper that she let out a moan.
The sound sent a jolt straight to my cock. I held it at the base, trying desperately not to come. I twisted my hand, fisting the entirety of her breast and squeezing while pumping my tongue faster inside of her. I buried it as deep as I could, until I hit a spot that made her hips buck. Her breathing hitched, her body flaming red as I heard her heartbeat pounding for me.
My hand stroked my cock of its own accord, my body stiffening in time with hers as I felt her getting closer. There is nothing more satisfying than fucking someone to climax without the inhibitions of their mind restraining them. I ground my face into her when her thighs tightened around my head.
I rubbed my tongue against that spot again and in a breathy moan she came. I drank what I could, licking and sucking, but it was too much. Lightning crackled behind my eyes, and I surged up from the ground.
I rubbed the head of my cock over her now sopping pussy. White-hot fire shot through me and then I was coming too. Ropes and ropes of steaming cum splattered across her pussy. I kept stroking my cock, making sure I drained every drop onher. My hips jerked against my hand and the tip of my cock slid inside her slick warmth.
I threw my head back as her heat encased me.
“Fuck,” I hissed and pulled out. I hadn’t meant to do that. Not yet. I took a staggering step back before I did something I might regret.
Glistening cum dripped onto the sheets, staining them in pools of wetness beneath her thighs. I scooped up the excess and pushed it inside her pussy. I might not be able to fuck her yet, but there was no sense in letting good cum go to waste.
When I was sure she was good and full I slid her panties back on and repositioned her at the top of the bed.
The night was silent save for her soft whimpers and the erratic thumping of her pulse as sleep held her captive. Knowing she was full of my cum made her even more beautiful. Desire’s heat flared once more, tempting me to take her fully, or perhaps that pretty mouth of hers that parted as she relaxed and started to snore.
