Page 30 of Vexed
“I need you to… distract Ophiel.”
Adimus’ smile faltered. “Distract Ophiel? Vexlorn, you know that’s like asking me to juggle flaming souls over a pit of despair. Why? What did you do this time?” He peered around me, trying to see behind my broad shoulders. “What are you hiding?”
“Just… look, it’s complicated. Just trust me on this. Keep Ophiel occupied for, say, half an hour? Tell him…tell him you found a soul that’s refusing to cross over. Play it up. Use your dramatic flair.”
Adimus squinted. He still couldn’t see Lily, but my frantic energy seemed to be registering. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what this is about. If you’re in trouble with Ophiel again…”
“No! I’m not in trouble! Just…do it, Adimus! Please!” I didn’t have time to explain. Not now. I needed to get Lily somewhere safe before finding another portal.
He stared at me, his grin now completely gone, replaced by a look of genuine concern. “Fine. But you owe me big time for this. And if Ophiel finds out I was covering for you…”
“Thanks, Adimus! You’re a lifesaver!” I cut him off, grabbing Lily’s hand and pulling her along.
I practically sprinted down the corridor, adrenaline coursing through my nonexistent veins. We rounded a corner, ducked under a tapestry representing the Seven Stages of Grief, and found ourselves in a small, forgotten alcove. It was dusty and filled with discarded scrolls, but it was quiet.
“Alright, in here,” I said, gently pushing her inside. The alcove was cramped, barely big enough for the two of us.
The door shuts behind me and the only sound audible is her heavy breaths.
“What the hell now?” she whispers, the fear evident in her voice.
I peer down at her and suddenly I feel like a giant. Her small body is pressed against me and the fact that she’s completely naked under that robe has my mind reeling again.
She practically begged me to fuck her just a few moments ago and now, I might just do that.
Her breath hitched, a sharp intake of air that was the only sound for a beat. I watched as her eyes flickered downwards, her gaze fixated on the point where our bodies met—or rather, collided.
More specifically, the undeniable pressure of my hips against her stomach.
Fuck. Of all the times...
Her voice, laced with amusement, cut through my internal monologue. “Any particular reason that you’re hard?” Her head tilted back, and a smirk danced on her plump lips, a silent acknowledgment of the effect she had on me.
“Keep quiet,” I muttered, the words escaping almost involuntarily. Mortified, I dropped my head back against the cool surface of the door, seeking some kind of grounding in the unyielding wood. My eyes stared upwards, focusing on the abstract patterns of the ceiling, anything to avoid looking at her—atit.
As much as I wanted to rip that robe off her and fuck her senselessly, this wasn’t the time nor the place.
The silence stretched before she broke it with a whispered taunt. “Make me,” and then, the undeniable, electrifying sensation of her palm rubbing against my bulge sent a jolt of raw desire through me. My breath caught in my throat. I was so fucked.
“You really want to do this here?Now?” I ask, my voice dropping dangerously low. She peers up at me, tilting her head before nodding slowly. I don’t say a word as she unfastens my pants, sliding her hand in and wrapping her fingers around my cock.
Her smirk falters and she swallows hard, “I begged you for this and you said no,” she breathes, pumping my cock painfully slow.
Jesus. This girl is playing with fire.
I groan as I start moving my hips, fucking into her hand with more urgency before I lock my gaze on her.
“It’s still no. But I’m sure I can make a compromise,” I say before removing her hand, bending down as much as the confined space would allow, and grabbing the back of her thighs. She wraps her legs around my waist without hesitation, the movement causing the robe to fall open, exposing her incredible naked body.
She grabs onto my shoulders for support as I use one hand to free my cock and guide it between her thighs. A soft moan slips out of her mouth as my cock rubs against her clit. Fuck.
“I’m not going to fuck you…yet. But I am going to make you cum all over my cock.” I whisper against her lips before rocking my hips back and forth, grinding against her clit that has her squirming in my hold.
I notice her eyes are glued to the sight of my cock slipping in between her thighs, glistening with how wet she is. She lets out a loud moan and I clamp my hand over her mouth.
“You have to stay quiet, darling.” I purr, rocking my hips faster, trying to resist the urge to slip my cock into her and fuck her against the wall. Her muffled moans grow more urgent before I watch her eyes roll to the back of her head, her back arching off the wall as she releases all over me.
I remove my hand before gently placing her on her feet. She stares up at me, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged. I reach out, closing her robe before leaving a kiss on her forehead.
