Page 28 of Tortured Souls
The world seizes to exist around us. The only two people on this planet are him and me. We both move. Crushing against one another, our hands can’t remove our clothes fast enough. Our lips are colliding, fighting one another as our tongues lash out,swiping and sucking into each other’s mouths. Our desperation is evident. We are needy and fighting for this connection that’s been building for far too long. Clothes fall to the ground, shoes are kicked off, and once we are standing half naked in front of one another, we slow our pace.
“Not even heaven’s most beautiful angel compares to you.” In nothing but my thin red bra and panties, his hands touch my hips, slowly sliding up my sides until they reach my clasp behind my back. Holding my body close to his, he unlatches my bra, my breasts freed from their restraints. His hands continue rising up my back and thread through my hair as he pulls my face to his. Soft and gentle lips press to mine. A complete contrast to the frenzy we began with.
Pressing his hard, naked chest to mine, I feel the rise of his cock beneath his briefs. Hard and firm, pressing against my abdomen as he continues kissing me softly, making me moan. He swallows my sounds and steps me back towards my bed until my legs hit the frame.
“Sit, tesoro.” I do as I’m told. The power this man’s voice holds is that of a warlock’s. Once I’m sitting on top of my warm comforter, he kneels in front of me, his fingers hooking into the sides of my panties.
“Lift your hips for me.” His voice is barely a whisper, making my skin heat in an instant. Again, I do as he says, lifting my hips just enough so he can slide my panties down my hips and legs. Once he removes the small piece of fabric, he holds my ankle tenderly as he peppers my skin with soft kisses up my calf to the inside of my thigh. Stopping mid-thigh, he clamps his teeth down on my skin. The pain is sharp, but then he starts kissing the area softly, all the pain morphing into pleasure. His lips continue up my leg and over my most sensitive spot.
A breathy moan escapes me. The sensation he’s creating between my legs tingling throughout my core.
“You should be worshipped every moment, every hour, every day for the rest of your fucking life, baby. Lie back for me.” Looking up at me through dark lashes, he darts out his tongue, licking across his bottom lip as he places one hand over my chest and gently pushes me back against my bed.
“Saxon,” I whisper. I don’t know why, but his name falls past my lips effortlessly. A plea, but a plea for what?
“I know, beautiful. Now, let me take care of you.” This man’s voice is so deep, so unique, every time he speaks my body is drawn to him. Opposite ends of a magnet, and I can’t stop the pull he has on me, nor do I want to.
“You smell so fucking delicious.” On a deep inhale, Saxon lazily licks over my folds, stopping at my clit, where he swirls the tip of his tongue around, making me tense with desire.
“Oh my God,” I choke out. My hands fly to his head, grabbing his hair tie and releasing his gorgeous thick hair so I can hold on to something.
“I could eat you all fucking night.”
Flattening his tongue against my throbbing pussy, he continues his long lazy licks, starting at my entrance and circling my clit. My back arches off the bed, needing him to go harder, rougher, less gentle. Pushing his face into me more forcefully, he chuckles against my wet mound.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Saxon, harder.” Lifting his head, he looks up at me with a devilish grin.
“Whatever you want, beautiful.” Grabbing my thighs, he hooks my legs over his shoulders, grabbing my hips, and pinning me down to the bed.
“Eyes on me, baby.” With only his words as my warning, his tongue darts back out and starts licking, sucking, and devouring my sex. My whole world tilts on its axis. His warm breath fans against my wet skin. The sloppy sounds he makes while feastingon my arousal has my head spinning out of control. My whole body is tensing with every lash of his tongue, building to an orgasm. Just when I think it’s too much, he slides two fingers in my entrance, hooking deep within me and hitting that sweet spot, making me scream his name.
“That’s right, baby. Scream my name.” I’m so close. I’m on the edge of the cliff of ecstasy, and I want to dive off. I want to free fall into the clouds of blissful ignorance. Never have I given myself over to another in such an intimate way. My fingers grip his hair so tightly I know his scalp must be screaming, but he doesn’t stop me. In fact, he groans when my grip gets harder.
“Oh, fuck. Saxon, I’m about to?—”
“Come for me, baby. Let me taste you.” With every fiber of my being tensing, I crash into the sea. The world is silent around me, as if I’ve just plummeted beneath the water. Everything is muffled except for the distant sound of a scream. Someone’s screaming. Not someone but me. My back arches off the bed so hard, I must look like the girl fromThe Exorcist. This man pulls the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm from my soul. I could die happy right at this moment.
His mouth doesn’t stop. He continues while I ride out the waves of my climax. The sound of him licking and sucking up every last drop of my arousal fills my ears first, then my rapid breathing, followed by the fierce thumping in my chest. I look down where Saxon rises from between my legs, his tongue running across his bottom lip. My arousal is evident all across his mouth as he pulls in his lip, devouring my juices.
“So, fucking delicious.”
“That was—” I don’t know what to say. Amazing, yes. Incredible, yes. Pure ecstasy, 100 percent.
“Just the beginning, tesoro.” Standing to his full height, Saxon grabs the hem of his briefs and frees the most beautiful, thick, and impossibly long cock that I have ever seen. It’s atthis moment I realize this man will ruin me for any other relationships I may have in the future. I’m fucked.
“That’s one. Let’s see how many more I can get from you.”
SAXON
There’s no safe word in this fucking world that could save her from me. I’m a man that’s tasted the sweetest forbidden fruit, and I want more. Ineedmore. I understand why Eve couldn’t help herself in the Garden of Eden. This woman is sin wrapped in the smoothest, sweetest fucking sugar. Caramel syrup dripping from my lips. She’s turned me into a feral beast. Wanting—no,needing—to drag her with me into the darkest parts of hell, just to show her how much a fallen angel should be worshipped.
“I feel so out of control when I’m with you, Sky.” I crawl towards her on the bed, her eyes gleaming with post orgasmic bliss that’s quickly switched to the tiniest bit of fear. Understandable, I’d be scared of me right now too. I hardly recognize the person I’ve morphed into. On her elbows, she crawls back towards her headboard, as if that will save her.
“Saxon,” she pleads with me in the most angelic voice on this planet. I need to hear her say my name again.
“Say it again.”