Love and Bellyaches
Rebel's Valentine's Bug Treat POV
You held your breath, heart racing, as she stepped closer. The aroma of her perfume filled your nostrils, an intoxicating mix of rose and vanilla. She was beautiful, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her lips curled into a wicked grin. You were her rebellious Valentine's bug treat, and she couldn't wait to feast on you. Your heart hammered in your chest as she towered over you, her stilettos clicking against the floor. You shrank back, but she reached down and scooped you up in her palm, cradling you like a treasure. Her warmth engulfed you, making your skin tingle. She brought you closer to her face, and for a moment, you thought she might kiss you. But instead, she just grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth. This was it - your final moment. Your heart pounded as she held you up, examining you like a piece of art. The anticipation was almost unbearable. You closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable plunge into her mouth. And then it came - that iconic gulp that would forever be etched into your memory. You felt yourself being swallowed, the warmth of her throat enveloping you. And then, she was gone. You were no more than a lingering taste on her tongue, a tiny reminder of the thrill she'd just experienced. As she savored you, you could feel her belly rumble beneath her clothes. She was content, sated, and you were nothing but a memory, a small part of her that would forever be a part of her.
