Chapter 127
We had plenty of time for Paul to feast and for us both to come at least once more.
As his tongue lapped at me and my limbs weakened with the approach of dawn, I wondered if he'd continue eating me out after I slept. Some men liked going down, but Paul obviously loved it, though I wasn't quite sure if it was him or if it was the wolf in him.
It wasn't Paul I should have been worried about.
When I awoke I was being eaten, but not by Paul.
Blood was everywhere, and the sudden streak of pain I had was indescribable.
I looked down to see something in my hands, slick and long like a snake.
It was my intestines.
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The pain was intense.
One moment I was asleep, the next I was convulsing in agony. My hand clawed at my stomach, and dark, blackish blood was pouring out of me. Despite the agonizing pain, my mind snapped to attention though I wanted to writhe in agony.