Chapter 6 The Feast

• I moaned as his fingers teased me through my panties, the lace scratching my folds as his tongue caressed the skin of my thigh. I whimpered as my body demanded more, but he pulled away.
• I looked down at him as he licked over the wound, sealing it enough to stop the bleeding, before kissing the red marks that were left, the ones that were going to scar.
• I shuddered against him. I didn’t care, that was worth it. If my future husband cared then he could go fuck himself, I’d still choose the same fate.