Page 20 of The Bell’s Toll (Wanderlust Emporium Presents, Season One)

She swings her legs off the side of the bed and gets up.

She storms past me toward the bathroom. Everything I thought about saying leaves my mind when I turn and see her ass in those panties.

If I hadn’t been created in the heavens and already knew there was a God, this would have been my reason to believe.

Nasiah had one of those asses that women took pictures of to take to their doctors to recreate.

Her deep brown skin against the bright pink panties was a masterpiece in itself. I almost want to cry when she covers my view with a pair of shorts. When she finally turns to face me, I look up into her eyes as if I was never staring at her ass.

“Look,” she starts. “I understand you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you don’t know what it feels like to have your heart broken, but I need some time.”

“Time for what?” I ask. “To give that muthafucker more of your energy? You’ve already wasted three years in that farce of a relationship. Why spend another second on him?”

“Because I loved him,” she shouts. “Despite what happened, I loved him.” Her voice cracks, and it pisses me off.

I scoff. “When are you going to stop lying to yourself, Nasiah. You didn’t love him. You used him.”

Her eyes widen before they narrow again. “Excuse me?”

I walk over toward her.

“You didn’t love Jamieson. You loved the idea of loving him. You loved that loving him made you seem normal. Because if you loved him and he loved you, you weren’t lonely. You weren’t the child of two selfish adults that didn’t give a shit about you.

“If he loved you and you loved him, then people would believe that the bullshit your mother did didn’t affect you. That somehow growing up in the shadows of infidelity didn’t tarnish you.”

She cuts her gaze away. I keep going.

“If you really loved him, then you would have known he wasn’t good for you.

You would have known that he treated you no differently than your parents, always wanting you to change for him.

Never listening to your needs or desires and not caring about how you felt.

You couldn’t even have the outdoor wedding that you’d been planning since you were a teen.

“He never put you first or cared about what you had going on. Jamieson continuously took from you without ever giving anything in return. But you allowed it because the thought of you two being in love was more important than the actual relationship.”

She stares at me with her mouth agape, and tears dancing on the perimeters of her eyelids.

Although I never interfered in Nasiah’s life, it didn’t mean I wasn’t watching. I knew how lonely her childhood was and how desperately she wanted her parents’ attention. I knew that she felt as if she wasn’t good enough and that everything else was more important than her.

It’s because I knew all of this that I didn’t want to ruin what she believed she had with that guy. It’s why I didn’t break his fucking jaw the first time he slept with her sister.

Nasiah lowers her head, and I watch as a tear falls to the floor.

My chest gets that strange feeling. I step forward, placing my hand on her waist. When pull her into me, I expect her to fight me, but she comes willingly.

When she buries her head in my chest and sobs, I want to go back to that apartment and tear his spleen out.

“Why am I not good enough?” she asks. “No matter what I do, I’m never enough.”

I pull her head back and look down on her tear-soaked face.

“They didn’t know your value because you weren’t theirs to appreciate.

From the day you looked at me in that incubator, you were mine, Nasiah.

It was always my job to make you feel valued and desired.

That’s why they never could do it. It took me too long to claim you.

I apologize. But I’m here now. I see you. I want you, and I’ll never let you go.”

Although my plans were to form a simple mate-bond to save my ass, I’m glad I did it wrong. The last time I fell in love, I realized it was all a ploy. A scheme to use me to kill Khalid. After I broke the bond with Abrigia, I never wanted to be in anything else with another woman.

But here I am, so caught up in this human. My fucking portals are going down like stacked dominoes. My entire job could be on the chopping block, but the only thing I can think of is being here with her.

She lifts on her tiptoes and plants her lips on mine. I don’t wait or hesitate. I wrap my hand around her neck and stick my tongue into her mouth, claiming it as mine. I suck her bottom lip before I tilt my head and continue to kiss her.

Nasiah moans. It sets off a bomb inside me. Letting go of her neck, I reach down and grab her under her thick thighs, lifting her easily. She gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist.

I sit her on top of the dresser and continue to kiss her as if the key to the heavens is locked behind her mouth. Considering she and I already have a soul-tie, I don’t have to worry about this kiss.

Releasing her lips, I look into her eyes.

“Lean back for me,” I tell her.

She obliges, pressing her back against the wall. Grabbing the sides of her shorts, I tug them down. She lifts her bottom off the dresser, and I tug her panties and her shorts down her legs and then toss them behind me. Neither of us speaks. I move slowly, deliberately.

I want Nasiah. My cock is so fucking hard right now I could use it to hammer a nail into the wall. However, I want this on her time. I want the day I slide up in her to be because she wants it.

When she doesn’t object, I pick up her foot and place it on the dresser. Grabbing the other foot, I place a kiss on her arch and then put that foot up on the dresser as well. Her legs are wide open for me.

My mouth waters at my view. Never have I seen a pussy as beautiful as hers. Fat lips that glisten from her arousal. Only a sprinkle of trimmed hair. She’s so aroused the hood on her clit is pulled back and exposing her button for me.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I run my finger through her folds. She’s so damn wet it smears all over my digits. I press against her hardened nub, and she whimpers.

Glancing up into her eyes, I once again pause trying to give her time to stop me. When she folds that plump bottom lip between her teeth shyly, I lose all thoughts of being a gentleman.

Leaning down, getting eye level with my meal, I lock onto her clit and suck it into my mouth.

Her back arches, and her fingers dig into my hair.

Her taste explodes on my tongue, causing me to devour her like a starving man.

I bury my face so deeply into her center I cut off my air supply.

I tongue kiss her flower as if it’s her mouth.

My tongue dips into her and then circles her clit.

Nasiah is so fucking responsive. She whimpers, moans, and digs her nails into my scalp. However, I want to hear her scream.

I go harder, sucking her folds into my mouth before going back to eating her out. I smush my face into her center and move it around.

“Razzy, please.”

That name on her lips while my face is buried in her pussy has me going insane. I stick my tongue in her center and flatten it out while lapping against the roof of her tunnel.

“Raz…. zie….elllll!” she shouts my name as her thighs close around my head.

I continue to eat her out, cleaning up every ounce of cream she releases. I lap at her so long she pulls away from me.

Finally, I stand up straight, run a hand down my face, and then grab her off the dresser. She immediately wraps her legs around my waist and locks her lips to mine. I carry her over to the bed. Lying her down, I climb between her legs.

“If you have any doubts, tell me now,” I rasp against her lips. Leaning up, I stare down into her brown eyes.

She watches me quietly. For a second, my stomach tightens thinking she’s going to change her mind.

Finally, she whispers one simple word. “Please.”

The sound of her begging releases the darkness in me. I stand from the bed and quickly undress. Hell, I might’ve even used my power to dissolve my clothes with as fast as I moved. Once I was truly naked, I stood before her, my cock standing straight up. The head reaching above my navel.

Her eyes widen before she bites her bottom lip. I climb onto the bed between her legs. She grabs my face between her hands, placing her lips to mine. My tongue glides over hers as I deepen the kiss.

While I distract her with my kiss, I wrap my arm under her thigh, lifting it up.

My dick is so hard, I don’t even have to direct it into her center.

I press my head at her opening. Feeling that heat and wetness has me pulling away from the kiss and closing my eyes momentarily.

When I open them again, I know they are fully black. The darkness in me is in control.

I stare down at her as I push into her pussy for the first time.

“Fucking hell,” I growl as I attempt to make room inside her.

“Ooooohhhh,” she cries out as I shove more in.

I don’t think I could get a tighter fit if I had the shit custom made. Her walls suck me in like a vacuum seal. Her hands land on my abs restricting how much dick I can give her. My first thought is to knock them away, but I refrain. I’ll take it slow.

I pull out to the head and then glide back in. The noise her pussy makes as I enter her has me getting harder. She’s so wet it’s running down my cock.

“Look at the mess you’re making for me,” I say as I look down between our bodies. My length is covered in her juices.

When I look up at her face, her mouth is open, her brow is scrunched, but she’s looking down at me.

“Tell me this shit isn’t mine, Nasiah?” I ask as I push into her slowly and pull back out. “The others, they never got you wet like this. I own this shit.”

Lifting her thigh higher, I open her up more. I swivel my hips this time as I push into her.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “You feel so good.”

I can’t turn away from our connection. I watch as her fat lips open wider every time I push into her. Pulling out to the head, I allow saliva to pool into my mouth before letting it slide off my tongue onto her mound. I take my spit and smear it on her clit in circles as I work my hips.

“Ugh….. shit…. Don’t stop.” She cries.

“Take that shirt off,” I demand when I realize her tits are covered.

She quickly slips the nightshirt over her head, revealing her large breasts. Her chocolate nipples are pebbled.

Removing my hand from her nub, I pinch her nipple. She opens her mouth in a silent scream. I take the distraction and ram my entire length into her. She shouts, and it quickly turns into a whimper as I start to pound her into the mattress.

My stroke speeds up. Nasiah grabs at the sheets over her head trying to find anything to brace her. When she can’t find solace from the bed sheets, she tries to press against my lower stomach to keep me from going any deeper.

I chuckle at her attempt. Allowing some of my darkness to spill out of me, I mold the black smoke into a rope.

Without missing a beat, the makeshift rope wraps around her hands, tying them together.

I then tether the end of the makeshift rope to the wall behind the headboard, causing her arms to lift over her head.

She can no longer move her arms or keep me from her depths.

Grabbing her thighs, I spread her legs wider, pushing her knees into her armpits, I fuck her harder.

She squeals, her head tossing from side to side.

“You’re such a good girl, Nasiah. Look how well you’re taking this cock.”

“I can’t,” she whimpers.

“Yes, you can.”

Letting go of one thigh, I place my hand between our bodies and rub her engorged clit as I continue to push into her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head. Her walls start to convulse.

“Don’t you fucking do it. Don’t you come on this dick yet,” I snarl as I move my fingers faster and drill into her, causing my balls to slap against her ass.

“I can’t hold. I have to…….Uhgahhhhh!” she shouts as she floods my shaft with her essence. Her body shakes with her orgasm, and her walls clamp down on me.

I attempt to fight through the tingling in my balls. But my battle is short-lived. My nut shoots through me like a backed-up pipe. I toss my head back and roar as I come so damn hard, I think my wings spring from my back.

When I have emptied everything I have inside her, I pull out and collapse down on the bed beside her. My darkness recedes, freeing her bound hands. I tuck her into my arms. She lays her head on my chest. Her breathing is irregular.

We lie like that for a moment. I’m feeling so good I want to give her the world. I have so much shit going on, but at this moment the only thing I can think about is Nasiah and her happiness. Whatever she wants, I want to give it to her.

“I’ve been thinking,” I start.

She lifts her head from my chest and looks up at me.

“You can go back to work on Monday.”

Her eyes widen, and a smile spreads over her face.

“Are you serious? Razzy, you’re not joking, right?” She sits up, leaning on her arm.

“Yes, I’m serious. But I have rules. Erazel goes with you. He will stay in the void, but he will be with you. And if you try to run.”

She waves a hand to stop me from talking. “I’m not going to run. It’s not like I have anywhere to go,” she says the last part lowly.

Placing my finger under her chin, I lift her gaze to mine. “Your place is with me. You can always run to me.”

The smile that lifts her full lips is worth everything. When she leans down to kiss my lips, I drag her body over mine to straddle my waist. While she focuses on kissing, I slip my hardened cock back into her.

She gasps at the intrusion.

“Razzy,” she whimpers.

“Sshh,” I whisper against her lips as I slowly lift my hips and push into her. “I’m not coming out of this pussy for the rest of the night, Beauty. Just relax.”

I kept my word. I fucked Nasiah until the sun went down and came up the next day. Not once did I think about portals, enemies, or anything else.