Damien
When I felt that shiver run down Hailey's spine, the monster inside me roared to life. It clawed at my restraint, demanding release, as though I'd been starved for an eternity, and she was the most delectable feast laid out before me. God, she was delicious- from her sweet little cunt and mouth to the curve of her delicate neck, her soft, pink lips, and even the faint scent of her breath. Everything about her screamed innocence, purity, and fragility.
She was mine to break. Mine to f**k. Mine to own. Mine to devour.
And yet, as she knelt between my legs, she looked like a goddess, untouchable and radiant. No matter how much darkness surrounded her, Hailey shone- a masterpiece that not even my darkest desires could tarnish.
"I'm...not afraid," she whispered, her doe-lik
