𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 42 : 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴

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➻A/N: Last chapter left you all confused💗

➳ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 : 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 - 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 ˳˚∗༉‧₊

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Thea's age : 15 years🎊Ellie's age : 15 years 6 months

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Thea's age : 15 years🎊
Ellie's age : 15 years 6 months.

Trigger warning: blood/mature scenes

𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝚜𝚝 𝟸𝟶𝟹𝟺
┗━━━୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧━━━┛

Thea's POV:

"Oh. my. god."

In blissful ecstasy, I moan as her sweet blood touches my lips.

With Ellie writhing beneath me, her heavy panting fills the air. I gently muffle her sounds with my palm, now coated in my blood. She gasps as the red liquid meets her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise.

Savoring the taste, I suck on her palm, relishing every drop as I swallow, eyes closing in pleasure. Pulling away momentarily, I press my palm firmly against her lips, amused by her struggle.

Eventually, she gives in, holding onto my hand and licking it clean. With eager anticipation, I swipe my tongue along her fingers, indulging in the continuous flow of her blood.

As I lifted my palm from Ellie's lips, her brows knit together in a puzzled expression.

With a playful chuckle, I revealed my now-clean palm to her. "You've licked it clean," I teased.

She flushed with embarrassment, her lips pressing into a thin line as she averted her gaze. With a soft grunt, she buried her face into the bed covers. I couldn't resist the urge to playfully lick her palm, eliciting a surprised reaction from her.

Checking to see if her palm was still moist with blood, I couldn't help but grin at Ellie's dazed expression, a hint of blood lingering around her lips. Before she could say anything, I silenced her with a sudden, rough kiss.

She inhales deeply as I pull back, but before I can react, she pulls me back down to her lips, her grip on my hair tightening.

It's a level of intensity I've never experienced from her before, and a soft moan escapes my lips as her tongue brushes against mine, insistent and demanding.

I eagerly respond, parting my lips as her tongue seeks entry. My fingers tangle in her locks, matching the fervor of her kiss as our tongues intertwine, sending shivers down my spine.

Relishing the taste of my blood on her tongue, I couldn't help but release an erotic sigh, my fingers abandoning her hair to caress her forearms.

A whimper escaped her lips at my touch, sending a thrill through me. She doesn't give me a moment to catch my breath, steadying me with a firm grip on my waist, driving my second heartbeat into overdrive.

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