Page 111 of The Devil We Crave
Part of me contemplated sliding my dick back into my new favorite vagina in the world then and there. But even by my standards, removing her ability to use her safe word due to loss of consciousness felt…well,dubious.
Yes, my kink involves non-consent. But that doesn’t mean Iactuallysexually assault women. It’s “consensual” non-consent. And since Yelena and I haven’t yet had a conversation around things like somno-play or free use, railing her while she was literally unconscious felt like a gray area.
Also, lying unconscious on the edge of a seventy-foot cliff is asking for trouble.
So I scooped her and our clothes—shredded or otherwise—up into my arms and brought her back here to The Garrison.
Currently, she’s curled up on a mattress I made from the hoodie I took off and stashed before she got here, my jeans and her ruined clothes, with my t-shirt covering her against the chill of the night.
Naked, I sit back on my haunches near her feet; again, studying her.
Watching her.
Dissecting every breath, movement of her body, and small sound she makes.
Analyzing the bruises and bites and scratches all over her body.
The onesIgave her.
Yelena shifts in her sleep and the t-shirt that was covering her ass slips away. She curls one knee up to her chest.
Fuck.
I’m suddenly staring at her pink, swollen, freshly fucked pussy, looking so pretty and lickable nestled between her thighs.
Yeah, fuck gray areas.
She doesn’t stir as I gently roll her onto her back and spread her legs. I crawl between them, my cock twitching and thickening hungrily.
Yelena gasps softly in her sleep when my mouth descends to her cunt, my tongue dragging slowly through her puffy, swollen lips.
Devouring her. Tasting her blood and our cum all mixed together.
Fuck, it’s intoxicating. Addictive.
I drag my tongue over her, cleaning the evidence of our fuckfest off her thighs before I dive back into my prize. Yelena moans in her sleep, writhing quietly as I tongue her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Her whimpers grow louder and more insistent. Her hips roll instinctively.
My eyes drag up her marked and bruised body, watching her face cave in pleasure as I suck her clit between my lips and swirl my tongue over it.
Her hips jerk suddenly as her cry of pleasure splits the night.
I pull away just as her eyes fly open and she scrambles to a half-sitting position, a confused look on her face.
“Good morning,” I growl, even though it’s still pitch-dark night.
She focuses her sleepy gaze on me, blinking away her drowsiness.
“I fell asleep.”
I smirk. “Correct.”
Yelena looks around again with that very cute confused look on her face. She glances down suddenly, taking in her nudity and her spread legs, and blushes as she snaps them shut.
Then her eyes widen.
“You—you didn’t use a condom, did you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
