Prologue: Lillith
I quickly run to the bathroom and pee, using the fancy bidet that seems to be in every toilet. As I go to the sink to wash my hands, I finally look up in the mirror and groan in annoyance.
“Abel, are you kidding me?”
I dry my hands quickly before softly touching the hickeys all over my body.
There was no place untouched by Abel’s obsession. My neck had dark purple spots everywhere as they travelled down to my breasts and stomach. Not even my inner thighs were left unscathed.
I glance over at Abel as he walks into the bathroom, without a care for what he did.
“Next, I’ll mark you with my cum,” he says as he steps behind me, slowly running his hands up my thighs onto my waist, caressing my hips.
I can’t help but shiver from overtaking my body at the sound of that.
“You like that, ma voleuse envoûtante? Do you like the thought of my cum all over your perfect tits? Your gorgeous pussy again? All over your stomach and back? I’ll even rub it in to make sure it’s imprinted into your skin,” he growls into my ear.
I should be disgusted, but his whispered promise makes me wetter than I like to admit.
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