Cecilia’s POV
Ulysses’s wet fingers slowly touched my lips, now dry from blood loss. His long fingers traced the outline of my lips, and the cold, damp sensation made me let out a muffled groan.
“Mm!”
The eerie atmosphere unsettled me, and as soon as my lips parted, Ulysses’s fingers slipped inside. He pried open my teeth, fully inserting his fingers into my mouth.
“In that case, you’ll need my help, won’t you?”
Instinctively, I tried to push his fingers out, but Ulysses wasn’t letting go. He deliberately thrust his fingers deeper, reaching the back of my throat. My tongue was toyed with maliciously, saliva spilling from my mouth.
“Bastard.” My eyes reddened with anger, but all I could do was spit out this ineffectual insult.
“You’re so cute,” he chuckled lowly.
He turned his head
