Sign of the Devil's Footprint [THE DEVILS CULT BOOK 1]

Chapter Eight🌶

Melione finished repacking up her bag when she heard movement behind her. "Finished packing?" she asked.

Grym moved closer behind her and gripped her hips. "I did." He leaned down and placed feather-like kisses along her neck, dragging his tongue along the sensitive skin. "Everything's packed."

Melione leaned back against his touch. She pushed her ass against him, feeling him already hard. "We've got to get going, Grym."

His hands traveled to the front of her pants. He unbuttoned the button and shoved his right hand into her pants. His hand cupped over her sex, causing a small gasp to fall out her mouth. "We can spare a moment."

"Can we?"

"Yes," Grym's teeth grazed over her skin, biting down on the curve of her neck. "I'd like to finish what we started earlier."

Melione smirked. "You would?" She turned around and started to run her hands up his chest. "You know you broke some rules this morning."

"I did?"

Melione's right hand stopped at his throat and squeezed slightly. "You did. Remember, I'm in charge. You didn't let me finish."

Grym's eyes darkened as he smirked. "No, ma'am."

Melione sat down on the edge of the bed, bringing Grym down onto his knees. Her hand was still wrapped around his throat. "That was wrong, Grym. Always let me finish. Understand?"

Grym's eyes snapped to her unbuttoned pants before snapping back to hers. "Yes, ma'am."

"I told you that there would be consequences for your disobeying." Melione let go of his throat and ran her nails over his skin. "Stand up and take off your pants."

"Yes, ma'am," Grym stood up and shoved his pants off.

Melione leaned forward and ran her hand over his shaft. He shivered slightly from her touch. "Remember, Grym, this is a punishment." He nodded his head, but his eyes showed too much excitement. She smiled at him as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his tip. She took his cock deep into her mouth, sucking on him. Grym groaned as she continued to suck and move back and forth on his cock.

"Fuck, Melione," Grym moaned loudly. He started to wrap his hand around her hair when she took his cock out of her mouth.

"No touching, Grym," Melione warned. She looked back down at his cock. "You're enjoying this too much for a punishment."

Grym shook his head quickly. "I'm not."

Melione chuckled as she shook her head. "You are." She took off her pants and leaned back on the bed. "No touching, Grym. Just watch."

"Melione," he groaned out. His hands clenched at his side.

"Watch," she moaned as her fingers found her clit, her legs opening wider for him to watch. She smirked as she watched his eyes darken even more as he watched her fingers swirl her clit. Melione tried hard not to moan, but she couldn't help it. She could feel her high coming. She wanted Grym to touch her, but she refrained from saying anything. Her fingers danced over her sex, bringing her closer and closer to her high.

Melione finished with Grym's name passing through her lips. She looked up at him to see a surprised look on his face. His eyes were glued to hers. She hadn't expected his name to fall out of her mouth. She was as astonished as he was, but she pushed that moment to the side. She removed her hand and held it out to him. "Want to help clean me up?"

Grym's expression changed quickly to excitement as he nodded. He climbed up on the bed, kneeling between her legs, and gripped her wrist. He licked her fingers clean before looking down at her area.