Page 59 of Architecti

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My pussy pulses and tightens, excitement leaks into my boxers until I realise she could be in there with someone.Another person could be making her moan and gasp.The bubbling heat I felt outside morphs into something far more dangerous.

Shit.

A burning sensation grows in my chest, my stomach hardening.I push it away, my fingers sliding to my hip and the scythe I always carry.

Violence is always better than emotion.Fuck it, I’ll take two souls tonight instead of one.But even as I think it, it feels weak.

I press my back to the bathroom wall and peer inside.

Lucy.

Alone.

My chest cools, my stomach softening.Two things I refuse to acknowledge.

I peek through the gap and thank the archdemon I’m not a man.The sight of Lucy pressed against the shower wall, her legs spread bearing that delicious pink pussy would be enough to give me the kind of raging hard-on that would shove a door open.

Do it, Midnight.

That fucking voice.The whisper and scream that slithers under my skin.Crawls through my mind like a fucking maggot.Wriggling.Relentless.Pushy.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

It’s an ugly little hiss of a thing.

One little soul.

“Shut up,” I bark.

Lucy stops touching herself.

Shit.

I swing away, press my spine into the wall, desperately trying to slow my breathing.

The shower door opens, the sound of her heightened breathing drifting out.Then the door swings shut again.The shower keeps running.

I got away with it.

Thank fuck.

I’m more careful this time as I peer inside the bathroom.Those legs spread, her lips parted where she runs her fingers through her folds.

“Midnight,” she says.

I freeze.

Fuck me.Is she masturbating to thoughts of me?Before I can stop myself, my fingers unbuckle my trousers.It’s wrong.So fucking wrong, but I don’t care, not in this moment.Not if she’s fucking herself to thoughts of me.

She eases her hips wider, her glistening cunt spread wide.I can practically taste the sweetness of her come on my tongue.My fingers find my clit and rub.Hard.Furious.

Her lips quiver around a word over and over.

My name.

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