“Cry your pretty little lies into my mouth, little sister.”
I grip her ass raising her pussy flush against my mouth, ignoring her screams that its too much, I want every fucking drop and I am not stopping until she gives me every last fucking drop.
My tongue roughly explores her pussy finding her open and swollen, I glide my tongue inside her, flicking until a scream erupts from her throat and she trembles beneath me, catching all her desire into my mouth and swallowing down ever last fucking drop.
“Fuck. You still taste so fucking good, baby.” I smile as I raise my head and see her laying there, breathless.
I lean over looking at her beautiful, lying fucking face and her eyes flutter open, she sees me, fuck, she finally sees me and the look she gives me fucking tears me apart.
I brush my lips against her softly at first, taking her lip between my teeth I bite hard until I taste copper and she gasps into my fucking mouth she fucking gasps, pressing my lips hard against her I drown in her taste.
“Kai.” She gasps like its a question to an answer she didn’t want.
“Shh little sister, go back to sleep. You will see me real soon.”
I watch the confusion on her face but her eyes are slipping again and turning away from her breaks my heart but its not time yet, she doesn’t deserve me coming back easily, she fucking broke me and she’s going to taste exactly what it feels like tofucking drown while holding a heart that doesn’t belong to you anymore.
Scarlett
Iwake wrong.
Not suddenly.
Not gently.
I wake the way the dead would—slow, heavy, dragged back into my body like something pried my soul out overnight and shoved it back in crooked.
My eyelids feel glued together.
My tongue feels thick.
Dry.
Coated.
My skull pulses with a deep, nauseating throb that syncs with my heartbeat in a dull, sick rhythm.
I try to swallow.
It hurts.
My throat feels raw, like I’d spent hours screaming.
I don’t remember screaming.
I don’t remember much of anything.
Just fragments.
Broken pieces.
A voice—low, dark, familiar in the way nightmares are familiar.
A thumb brushing my cheek.
Warm breath at my ear.
The weight of a hand around my ankle.
