Page 14 of Mania

Her hands explore my body just as I’m exploring hers. I bite her lip as she digs her nails into my back and I wish I could dare draw blood and taste her completely.

Taste her at the very core of her essence.

Her moans turn eager. Sharper.

Resting on one elbow, I lean onto my side next to her and grab her hand. I wrap her palm around my cock over my briefs, hissing at the sensation. I was convinced I would never feel this again. The passing of the years only made me that much more desperate. My balls tighten with burning lust, carnal and bottomless.

“Feel it,” I whisper hoarsely, shunting my hips harder into her palm so that my cock burns into her open hand. Her sharp inhale only fuels my crazed desire. “Tell me how much you want this.” I barely recognize my voice. There’s a hard grit to my tone, and it’s nowhere close to the gentleman I claim to be.

I kiss down her neck.

“Hazel,” she whimpers and I’m cracked open. I shove her panties down her thighs before flattening my tongue against my fingers, but there’s no need. “You’re soaked,” I groan almost to myself.

My darkened gaze is now locked onto hers as I slide two fingers to her entrance, slowly pushing them into her pussy and then separating them wide, stretching her open. Her back arches, her mouth falling agape. “Imagine now, how much better it would feel if it was my cock stretching you open, dream girl.”

“Oh my god,” she says mindlessly. “Hazel,” she repeats, “Please. I need it.” Her voice sounds feverish, but somewhat distant as if recalling something else. Her fingers slip into my briefs and wrap around my shaft. My mind empties.

I tug my briefs off, doing the same with hers.

“Takeoff your bra —now.”

She does what I say, her eyes glued to mine, but when her heavy breasts are freed, I rip my gaze from hers, needing to study them, to ingrain them into memory.

I climb over her, my mouth catching her peaked nipple as I push her legs open and fist my cock with ardor. One of her hands grips my nape while the other rakes through my short hair, her soft moans urging me on.

As soon as I feel the tip of my cock slide through the slick of her desire, I moan into her skin, undone by the feel of her. The feel ofus.

I tip my head down so I can watch her cunt swallow the head of my cock, my body shaking with restraint, somehow desperate to savor this moment. Savor Maeve entirely.

Her nails dig divots into the skin of my arm, but I’m still watching the masterpiece of us joining together.

“Hurry,” she urges, “Fuck me so I can forget.”

Her words catch my attention, and I lift my gaze to find her eyes closed, seemingly lost somewhere in her mind.

“What did you say?” I grit out, trying to control myself, my cock still throbbing painfully in my fist.

I don’t know why I ask.

I don’t know why it matters, but I regret it instantly.

The air shifts.

The tension breaks.

And Maeve slowly opens her eyes as if looking at me for the first time since she woke me up.

We both grow still.

And while I’m still halfway inside her, she whispers, “We shouldn’t be doing this … I — I barely know you.”

I have half a mind to push all the way in before pulling out just so I can experience the feeling of having Maevecompletely. To give in to one single thrust before reverting back into the gentleman I hate to be.

But I resist the urge. I rob myself of the pleasure—the feeling much too intimate—and pull out before falling onto my back beside her with a long defeated sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she says timidly into the crackling silence between us.

I find her hand in the dark, placing it on my heaving chest. “Don’t be,” I reassure her. I squeeze her fingers, and she squeezes back. I don’t tell her that this is just the beginning. Now that I’ve had a taste, I will make her mine no matter her defiance.

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