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I could see him kneeling, making me the center of his universe, while his mouth worked. Imagining was being worse than seeing, and my heart gave a furious gallop when my tongue went around the surroundings of my entrance again, and those two fingers returned. At that moment, I cursed, I cried, prayed, committed at least fifty sins in every movement of entry and exit of the fingers, and in each step of tongue in my intimacy.

My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more, the chair creaking under me. "Fuck, you taste sweet," he growled against me, the vibration making me whimper. One hand pinned my hip, holding me still, while the other slid two fingers inside me, curling to hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. He pumped them slowly at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue. Wet sounds filled the room, obscene and intoxicating, my arousal coating his chin.

I growl back. It lunges unes forward, mouth closing across the front of my foot as I scream out and kick with everything in me. It's hold doesn't break, it's teeth have sank in like knives and it shakes it's head with vigor. Saliva dribbles down the hubgesof it's mouth as it shakes with renewed vigor and increased pressure. I cry as I curse and screech. I can feel meat pulling away, and I use my good leg to violently kick into the face and throat of the beast. It's going to eat me alive. It won't stop, I'm going to die.

Each feature perfectly crafted in way that drew me in. "The snow around you was coated in red, the wound in your back darkening it more and more by the second." The conversation was dark and haunting, notably so since what he was saying was about me. But the way his serene voice rolled through each detail, I could feel my heart rate speeding up for other unknown reasons. "I could see in your aura that you were fading fast, barely holding on, but you were trying. With everything in you, you were fighting to stay alive. In that moment with you lying there battered and beaten...you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."

I gasp, moaning, pressing back, shivering, trembling, desperate, lost, dripping, shivering violently, undone. I shiver violently, groaning, grinding, curling fingers, dragging, rolling, pressing, chasing the fire in my core, shivering violently, desperate, moaning, trembling, lost. I cry out, high and ragged, nails digging into the mattress, body trembling, writhing, desperate, lost, soaked, completely undone.

Her eyes roamed my body, engulfing me in the sight of myself, filling me with pride and confidence about how I looked, about how desirable I was. "Hmmm, you sound so sexy," she told me, purring like honey, taking me in. It was just something very strange that vibrated in the air, making a sound that sent shivers down my body, knowing that it thrilled. I bucked my hindquarters in perfect place to both emphasize the contours of my body and cause the spark in Visha's eyes that made them gleam.

The timbre of his words sends a shiver down Vivian's spine, igniting a flame of desire within her. As they engage in conversation, their flirtatious banter fills the air, creating an atmosphere charged with playful tension. They exchange witty remarks and innuendos, each word and gesture laced with a touch of seduction. The air between them crackles with magnetic energy, drawing them closer with every passing moment. Vivian leans in, her eyes locked on his, a coy smile playing on her lips. She traces her fingertips along the rim of her martini glass, creating a tantalizing visual cue. The stranger mirrors her movements, his eyes filled with a mix of intrigue and desire.

Her head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut, leaving her expression open and vulnerable. The heat in the room grew heavier, suffocating in the best possible way. My gaze remained locked on them, taking in every detail—the way the redhead’s fingers grazed across smooth skin, the way the brunette’s body arched to meet every touch as if her very survival depended on it. Every gasp, every soft cry hit my senses like a drug, pulling me further into their world of pleasure and abandon.

Sweat prickles cold down my spine. Focus, Lily. Anchor. Breathe. Easier screamed than done. The air itself feels thick, syrupy, resistant. Charged with static that raises the hair on my arms. Outside the narrow windows, the forest isn't trees anymore. It's a writhing mass of shadow and wrong color – bruise-purple vines snaking up trunks, leaves dripping a viscous, iridescent slime. The Devourer isn't biting. It's savouring . Amplifying. Weaponizing.

I slipped it on, cloth caressing my curves, nipples friction, thighs bare, each movement igniting, my body vibrating, Victor, his gaze, his touch, my desire, my world. I dried my hair, waves loose, spraying jasmine, mirror reflecting off me, flushed, bold, his, seven, his car, his bed, my fire. I grabbed my phone, purse, heels, black, clicking crisp, my heart pounding, anticipation wild, his touch, his lips, my world.