Page 28 of Broken Souls

Leaning his face to my neck, he licks the full length of it as he continues to play with my breasts. His fingers stroke and cup and knead and pinch. His mouth licks and sucks and bites and kisses. I writhe beneath him, growing hot as my orgasm starts to build. My chest tingling with way too much sensitivity, I squeeze my thighs together. But my legs are still wrapped around his, and so I rub myself on the hard muscles of his thigh.

“That’s it,” he growls as he nibbles on my neck, his hand still feathering back and forth across my breasts, teasing one, then the other, never leaving them alone. “Show me how you’re mine.”

Whimpering, I rub my pussy lips against his thigh. The area soon becomes wet, and I close my eyes as I chase the high he’s giving me. His mouth trails down my neck in little kisses, and with every touch of his lips, I suck in a harsh breath. The anticipation of him reaching my breasts grows, and by the time he gets to them, I’m a complete mess, my orgasm so damn close already.

I glance down at him, watching as his lips trail across the top of my breasts. My nipple hardens, begging him to take it in his mouth. His breath feathers across it as he blows on it, teasing it, teasing me, teasing my godsdamn orgasm as it’s ready to explode.

“Varius,please,” I beg as I tremble beneath his body.

“Please, what?” he asks, a bite to his words that vaguely registers in the fog of my brain. There’s a dangerous edge to him tonight, a monster beneath the lust, and for a second, I pause, but then his thigh presses harder against me, turning on the button that switches off my brain, and I moan.

“Please put my nipple in your mouth.”

Parting his lips, he does exactly as I say, but he’s opened his mouth too wide, and his lips aren’t anywhere close to my aching nipple. I try to twist my body to feel the touch of them, but he just lifts his head back up. I whimper.

“Not like that,” I rasp, shaking my head. “Suck on it. Let me come. I’m so close, Varius.Please.”

His lips latch onto my other breast, and I arch off the bed. He pinches my other nipple in between his fingers, then releases my hands to touch my pussy. His thigh moves out of his way while he strokes me. I shudder beneath him. My eyes squeeze shut tight. My breaths come out shorter and shorter, harder and harder. Until I’m –

He pulls away.

Jumps out of bed as I’m left crying in frustration. “No,” I whine. “Please come back. I was so close. I need –”

I start to cup my breast, but he grabs my arm and yanks me out of bed.

“Run.”

Cursing, I jerk my arm away from him and bolt out of my bedroom. If I can just get far enough before he catches me, I can finish myself off…

Running through the house, I yank open the door to the outside, then head for the woods, hoping to lose him in the dark. I can hear the heaviness of his footsteps as he chases me though. Can sense just how close he is.

My pulse spiking, I run faster, pulling on everything I have. The trees start to fill in the space around me. I dart left and right, switching directions like a terrified rabbit being hunted by a wolf. And still he stays on my tail.

Frantic, I jump for the branch of a tree, thinking to lose him if I climb, but just as my hands wrap around the bark, he barrels into me. The skin is torn from my palms. The air is slammed out of my lungs on impact. The primal fear that was tickling my senses now full on attacks it, and I throw my elbow at his face.

He fends me off as I fight him. My pulse spiking, my body flush with too much adrenaline, I curl my legs up to shove him off. He grunts as he stops them from wrapping around his neck, then again as he shoves them down and forces them apart.

I cry out as a tendon in my thigh blares with sharp pain but not enough to worry me that he’s snapped it.

Ignoring my hands, he kneels between my thighs, his boxers now gone –taken off before he chased me, perhaps– and grabs his cock. In one quick, hard thrust, he fills every inch of my pussy.

I moan as I place my fingers flat on his chest, knowing he still isn’t comfortable with leaving me ‘armed’ when he is vulnerable. A witch cannot use their magic without their fingers to safely conduct it, shape it into what they want. And with the darkness swirling around him right now, I know he needs that safety net more. Lifting my hips, I take him deep with every rocking of his.

He wraps his fingers around my throat as he fucks me. He thrusts into me so hard, my body makes an indent in the ground. Leaves crunch, and twigs snap around us. My pants turn into screams. I stop trying to match his rhythm as my entire body arches up, that orgasm he denied me right on the edge once more.

Choking me, he growls, “Don’t you fucking come.”

He thrusts in slow and hard in just the way I like, and I whimper, then cry, then bite my lip, my head jerking side to side as my entire body shakes, trying to obey. To be the good girl he wants me to be.

His fingers tighten around my throat. My air is cut off as he pounds into me. Pleasure and terror mix together, but my orgasm doesn’t come. I fight it back. I lock it away in my lungs that can’t breathe.

Our hips slap against each other.

The crickets chirp around us.

The full moon glitters through the trees, but slowly, it starts to fade away as the darkness rushes around me.

My eyelids flutter.