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Was this the end? Condemned by men for doing what I must to survive?
Another mistress. Why couldn’t they leave those poor women alone? Or at least make the men utilizing their services suffer alongside them?
“There is no God here, Iris. He could never bring you this sort of pleasure.”
“Is this what you want, my little fallen angel? To be fucked by the demon of Dalwick Cave?”
“Hold on to my horns, angel.” He gripped my thighs, burying his face between my legs.
OMG
“Fine,” he said through pursed lips. He stood and sauntered over to me, bending down to whisper in my ear. “Marta may get you some fresh clothes, angel, but once I get you in that bed–” The pointed tips of his teeth grazed my ear, making my breath hitch. “They’re coming right off.”
“Beg for it,” she whispered. Beg for it. My tail twitched back and forth with excitement and a smirk curled up one corner of my lips. If this was her taking back some of her control–her power–I was happy to oblige. I stepped out of bed and slowly lowered to my knees in front of her. Digging my hands into the soft globes of her ass, I pulled her close, until my nose was pressed against her stomach. “Iris.” My voice was low and steady. “Please let me see you. Let me fuck you with my tongue. I beg you–allow me to please you.”
It was an icicle–and he’d tied one end with cloth to keep it from melting in his grip.
AN ICICLE! Couldn’t be me but go off I guess.
Selvyn gripped my chin and pressed his forehead to mine. “We don’t know that for sure. But what I do know is that we’ve been waiting our entire lives to find one another. Whatever time I have with you is precious. My life begins and ends with you.”
*cries in hopeless romantic*
