Haunting-Adeline

The snake wasn’t dead—it’s become a python wrapped around my
throat.
My hands ins nc vely claw at the belt, but Zade swats my hands away.
“You can breathe, li le mouse. Don’t panic.”
It takes several seconds of hyperven la ng to realize he’s right. I can
breathe. Just not very well.
When I calm, tears spring to my eyes as I glare heatedly at Zade. His grin
only widens.
“I think this will do for now,” he murmurs, observing my trembling body.
Icy wind gusts, and I shiver in response, goosebumps sma ered across my
exposed flesh.
“Now get on your knees.”
Again, my eyes widen, though this me in outrage. “You’ve got to be
fuck—”
He ghtens the belt again, and I cough from the strain. Glaring at him
some more, I snap my mouth shut, li up my dress and crouch down,
making sure the fabric is gathered on my lap and away from the muddy
ground.
I’m not ruining this dress so he can get his power trip in.
Keeping hold of the tail of the belt in one hand, Zade gestures to his
pants. Growling, I unbu on and unzip him, nearly choking on my tongue
when his cock springs free.
God, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. It’s far larger than what’s
considered human. Ge ng fucked by that is just inhumane.
Seething, I don’t even wait for him to spout more orders out of his
stupid fucking mouth. I grip his cock and swallow it in one go.
Or try to.
I don’t even get halfway down before he’s clutching my hair, strands
breaking free from my scalp as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, Addie. I didn’t sa—”
Fuck him.
Figh ng against his hold, I swallow him again, lathering my tongue
against the silkiness of his cock and running the p along his veins and up
to the underside of his head.
Now he’s the one choking.