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My perfect, sweet, delicious songbird. Fuck. I can’t get enough of her. I lap every delicious drop of her as she comes on my tongue, drinking her sweet honey as she shudders in my grasp. Hearing her sing my name makes my cock ache with pleasure. I think about just how easy it’d be to simply stand and shove myself inside of her tight pussy, to break her hymen and have her virgin blood on my cock, to hear her scream for me louder than ever before.

But this was a reward for her . A show of worship as I fucked her with my tongue in the church, her eyes on the crucifix. And to show for that worship, I’ll sacrifice my own pleasure, my own need.

I ease June back onto my lap, and she immediately slumps back against me. Her breath is ragged and her bottom lip is swollen from how much she bit it.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I whisper in her ear, so tempted to touch her pretty cunt again and feel my spit on her.

Instead, I cup her jaw and pull her lips toward mine, sliding my tongue against hers. She sucks it into her mouth, tasting herself on me.

As I pull away, I smirk. “See? Just like honey.”

June is knocked out in my bed, Diablo once again curled against her. The bastard was scratching at the back door the moment June stepped out of the bathroom, fresh and clean in her new pajamas. She looked so damn sexy in the black teddy, it took everything in me not to rip it right back off of her. But the moment she heard the cat, it seemed like all sexual thought left her brain, and all she wanted to do was cuddle the damned fuzzball.

Diablo even sat between us on the couch as we watched our nightly ghost hunting show and ate leftover pizza.

“I’m a little sleepy.” June yawned, and I knew she was definitely more than a little sleepy. We had a long fucking day, and even I was exhausted.

“Let’s go to bed,” I said, turning to look at her. It was the first time we’d sleep in there—we’d both fallen asleep on the couch every night since she’s been here. I also knew this was the reason she wore that adorable little teddy. June wanted to share my bed.

The cuddling was fucking fantastic. Her soft skin pressed against me, warming every inch of my body, it was enough to make a man weep. And more than enough to fuel my energy through the next week. With my cock pressed against her ass, my hand so close to her perfect tits, I’m finding it difficult to properly sleep. But laying here, with her, is enough. More than enough.

Her soft breaths are like a symphony, and combined with Diablo’s purrs, it truly feels like I’ve died and gone to Heaven. I still can’t believe how much my little songbird has come out of her shell. There is so much more to her than initially meets the eye: she’s smart and thoughtful—incredibly sweet and funny. Her love of horror and for that damned cat, her lust, her kinks, that spicy little attitude she gets when she’s teasing me, even her fears—it all has come together to define this woman. I don’t even think she has realized how much of herself she’s revealed to me, how much she has blossomed in just these few days away from her mother.

She was always more than her mother’s little shadow, but now she’s finally embracing that.

I haven’t told her about being needed in church tomorrow. I don’t know how she’d feel about returning, even if she hides away with me in the confessional. I can’t imagine she wants to even see her mother or Daren, but I also don’t want to sneak away in the morning and leave her to wake up alone.

June shifts in my arms, wiggling her ass just a little, and the simple motion reignites the hard-on I’ve had for what feels like hours. All day. Since I met her.

I kiss her shoulder, sucking her skin between my teeth to leave yet another mark on her, but she doesn’t stir. Her soft breaths are heavy with sleep, and I know my little songbird is totally out.

A wicked thought crosses my mind yet again.

I could do anything to her right now. Everything. And she wouldn’t even know. My hips twitch, rubbing my cock along her ass cheek, just next to the seam of her new underwear. Black, lacy, cheeky—that’s how the store described them—and fuck , are they cheeky. Her thick, smooth thighs are so fucking warm, I can’t even imagine how’d they feel on my bare skin. The idea makes me want to combust, want to . . .

Makes me want to pull my cock out and fuck her right here as she sleeps. How hard can I thrust inside of her till she wakes up? How wet can I make her before she bats those pretty eyes at me? Will she scream when she sees my cock covered in her come, her blood? I know she’d like it. I know how desperately she wants it.

But I want to see her eyes when I push myself inside her for the first time, I want to see her face as I force myself into her tight cunt, to see her eyes roll back as the pain and pleasure take over and she gives herself to me.

And yet, despite that desire, I still want something . No—I need something.

I pull my cock out and kick off my pants—I don’t know why I even bothered sleeping with clothes on when I knew it would always come to this. Her soft skin is drawing me in, driving me mad, and I want so much more of it.

I position my cock between her thighs, the drop of precum marring her perfectly smooth skin as my head throbs against her. June’s soft thighs make me groan, and I can’t help myself as I squeeze my dick between them, grinding against her pussy. She squirms, just a little bit, but grinds her ass against me, her body welcoming my touch. Fucking her thighs is almost as hot as her lips wrapped around me, its soft and plush but so fucking sexy, and the more I press into her clit, the more wet my songbird becomes.

June releases a breathy moan, and I pray she’s dreaming of me touching her, tainting her, loving her. I’ve been dying to let her feel my piercings she seems so interested in, to rub the ladder against her clit, to let her grind on me till she’s dripping down the length of my cock, only to plunge it into her—but this angle isn’t letting me do that. So, instead, I saw myself between her plump pussy lips and grind myself on her clit. Fuck, it feels good as her panties get damp, her come seeping through and making lube for my cock.

My hands roam her soft skin, fingers slipping under her nightgown as I grope her, squeezing her nipples between my fingers as hard as I can. I cup her tits, wanting desperately to fuck them too, to drive my dick between them and watch as I come all over them.

“Wake up,” I beg. “Wake up and let me fuck you.”

But her deep breaths tell me she’s still fast asleep.

I don’t know if I can keep holding myself back. My cock needs to know what she feels like, how tight she is. Sliding her panties to the side, I continue sawing myself between her. I shudder a moan into her ear as I feel just how wet she is, my cock smoothly sliding through her folds—and as my head pushes against her clit, grinding into it, June moans and rocks into me, her sleeping body begging for more, more, more.

Fuck it. I know she wants it just as bad as I do.

I pull her hips toward me, angling my cock at her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I can’t wait to hear more of her beautiful moans, those soft little whimpers.

I can’t wait to hear her sing.

I throw myself back, falling from the bed, the blanket tangled around my waist coming with me. I crash against the wall, my ass already hurting from hitting the floor. Fuck .

June jolts upright, her eyes wide as they search for me in the dark room, as Diablo skitters away.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” She crawls toward me, and I have to lift a hand to tell her to stop as I desperately try to catch my breath.

It was another vision. Another fucked up vision.

“Fuck,” I groan and push myself to standing. The blanket slumps to the floor, and I’m surprised to see I still have my sweats on. June is watching me, her eyebrows knit together as she bites her lip.

“What happ—”

“The demon,” I grunt out, cutting her off.

Finally, she sits back on her feet. My eyes linger on those milky thighs, even thicker now that they’re in this position. If my twisted imagination hadn’t just happened, I’d be in complete awe of her like this, so beautiful even half asleep.

But my lingering desire to ravage her and take that sweet purity she has kept for so long kind of sours the mood.

I scratch the back of my head and gaze around the room before I toss the blanket back onto the bed.

“Go back to sleep, songbird.” I crawl onto the bed and gently push her shoulders back so she lies down once more. “I’m going to go for a walk to clear my mind.”

June grabs my arm. “I can go with you.”

I smile and kiss her forehead. “No, mi amor . I woke you up. Try to get some more sleep and I’ll be right back.”

She pouts, but after I rub her arm for just a moment more, she nods and lets me tuck her back under the covers.

Once I hear her breath return to that deep rhythm, I ease off the bed and throw a hoodie on and grab the silver rosary off June’s night table.

The demon has to be near if he forced his influence on me. And I’m going to find him.