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"Hey, Firefly?" he says, his grin splitting even wider.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You're stalling."
I don't get out another word before he drops to his knees on the floor and yanks my panties down, the wad of toilet paper falling to the floor with his tug. Lord Almighty, I don't think I've ever been so embarrassed.
What is wrong with me? Is this a dream? A nightmare?
This can't be happening right now.
Before I can react, he buries his head between my legs. By buried, I mean he full-on disappears as he thrusts his tongue inside of me.
I'm mortified.
Embarrassed.
Ablaze.
"You taste so good, baby girl," he says between thrusts of his tongue. "Absolutely fucking perfect."
He looks up at me, lifting his head, and I see that his nose, his chin, and his lips are all smeared with my blood.
Oh. My. God.
Then he disappears between my legs again, and I shudder the moment he flattens his tongue to me. It smells like blood, sweat, and sex in this cage. I need a shower—a real shower, not just one in a sink—but he doesn't seem to mind. He pushes his tongue inside of me again, fucking me with it, and I lose track of all my thoughts. There's just him, scraping his tongue inside of me, groaning as he does it, and my head lolling onto the bed as his strong arms force my thighs open even wider.
He pins me to the bed with his hands, but even if I wasn't pinned down, I don't think I would move. My fingers tangle in his hair of their own accord as his tongue sweeps across my pussy and screws me mercilessly. I shake, quivering against the bed when he adds a finger on my clit and goes to town, rubbing it faster and faster until everything in my core tightens like a spindle being drawn too tight until the string snaps and it unravels all at once. Marvelous heat scorches my veins, and I call out his name, looking up at the mirrors above us and my god on his knees before me.
He sits back on his heels and smiles at me, and I tip my chin down and look at him. I shouldn't have looked, though. I knew I shouldn't have looked. It nearly ends me on the spot.
The lower half of his face, the tip of his nose, and his teeth are all stained red with me. The wicked sight sucks all of the air straight out of my lungs.
"Fucking perfect," he praises before he leans up and over the bed to kiss me, flattening his lips to mine and letting me taste everything.
Sugar.
Salt.
Pennies.
I'm horrified yet on fire as he deepens the kiss and thrusts his tongue inside my mouth just like he did between my legs a moment earlier.
He pulls back a moment later, and I feel something shift in the air as the room buzzes with invisible energy. Is this what the girls who follow him feel too, the power that seems to radiate off him at a moment's notice?
I think I understand now. I think I finally see it, for once.
He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a roll of bandage wraps that smell kind of funny, like chemicals and gasoline.
"Lay flat," he tells me. "On the floor. Take off your clothes."
I stand and start to undress, dropping what's left of my clothes onto the floor before I move to lie on the cold stone floor. He unravels the paper and wipes his face with it, and then cleans me between the legs gently until the wrappings are stained with blotches of red.
All of me shakes, and I squeeze my eyes together tightly to try to stop my shivering. He has to notice. I can almost hear my teeth clattering, but he says nothing as the stone cools my back and he begins to cover me in the paper. He lays the wrappings carefully, draping them atop my feet and continuing up to my legs and further still. I watch him as he drapes the fabric over my stomach, crisscrossing it back and forth as it climbs to my nipples.
"Is it going to hurt?" I ask him with a swallow. Screams are echoing in my head now—my screams from long ago, begging my mother to wake up before the fire kills us both. Blood rushes to my head again, just like it did before when the car was overturned. My breath comes and goes faster and faster until it's so fast I'm having a hard time catching my breath. It feels like I can't breathe, like I'll never be able to get enough air.
Gabe reaches for my hand and squeezes it tightly.
