Chapter 12: Drawing the Line

The House of Vagamor; South of the Realm

Olive's POV

He passed his wet tongue over the slit of my cunt, halting over my clits. The slitter of his tongue sent ripples through my core, plunging me into a tidal wave of no return. He buried his tongue deep into my cunt, lapping at the juice that spattered all over his lips.

I longed to hold his head with my unsteady hands, combing my fingers through his glistening dark hair that reflected the soft golden glow of the oil lamps affixed to the walls of the pool room. I longed to tell him he was doing a good job tearing me apart like a hungry wolf. I wanted him to eat me up and never stop, until I was dead and empty.

I settled my legs over his shoulders, toes curled. But he looked up at me with an icy glare that reminded me of his threats. Frightfully, I released my legs from his shoulders, dropping them into the water.

"What do you think you're doing?" He rasped, gripping my thighs with both hands.

"I_ I..." I stuttered, tearing my gaze away