Luna POV
He shifts lower, grabbing my legs and spreading them as his tongue drags over me.
My body betrays me again, the sensation overwhelming my thoughts. “What kind of creep thinks eating someone out is repayment?” I snap, still fighting, even as my mind spins from the conflicting sensations. “That’s not for you!”
“I’m hungry, little deer. Let me eat,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me again, relentless. I scream, thrash, kick, but nothing works. The more I struggle, the more insistent he becomes, his tongue working faster, driving me insane.
Fear claws at me. This isn’t right— I should have run last night, screamed, done anything other than let him in. I gave him power. I let this happen.
The door rattles, and before I can even react, his hand clamps over my mouth, silencing
