Page 66 of Lust
Sara’s unwavering stance was the only answer I received.
Grinding my jaw, I stepped back before I lost it entirely. I only had one solace—Toby was in no condition to so much as speak to her, and Steve would limit any unnecessary interaction between them, though all of those things did little to mollify my wrath.
I had tried to fix things the way Michael had suggested. I sacrificed what I wanted in order to make her happy. None of it worked. At the end of the day, she refused to leave that boy’s side, and the only reason she wanted to be with me was in the hopes of destroying me.
So, fuck it. I was done.
Fuck sacrificing for love. Fuck giving up my selfish desires in exchange for her wishes. And most of all, fuck Michael.
I was now ready to try it Asmodeus’ way.
Idutifully waited for the lights to Sara’s room to turn off before letting myself into my parents’ manor and, subsequently, her bedroom. A sleepy sigh escaped her as I opened her door and approached her unconscious form on the bed. I dared not to breathe, maintaining distance since no more than an hour had passed. She might not have reached deep sleep even with a pill in her system.
For a moment, guilt clenched my heart. If she took a sleeping pill tonight, it was only to dispel the nightmares I had aroused as of late.
Don’t do this to her again,I repeated the mantra.
I hadn’t wanted it this way between us. I yearned for her to need me like the air she’d suffocate without. I wanted her to crave my touch the way a vampire craved blood, as if she’d die without my cock stuffed inside her.
But Sara continued to do stupid shit like using her body as a revenge ploy or keeping acquaintance with Toby. She insisted on accompanying Steve to get precious Toby situated in his apartment. She refused to leave his side while Steve fixed him up and only agreed to return after receiving assurance that he was perfectly fine.
The whole thing was damn irritating.
Sara was the closest I had felt to Heaven. No longer could I take these kinds of divides between us. And no longer could I go on without experiencing her body nightly. After the stunt she pulled today, I felt little reinforcement to do things the right way.
Hours, it must have been, that I stared at her while questioning my very humanity. What kind of man would do this after the trauma I had already caused her?
A terrible man, a familiar whisper responded in my ear before turning my gaze toward the gift lying on the bed.
Sara had thrown the covers to one side, irritated by the summer heat. She wore nothing except a flannel sleeping shirt that only reached her waist and a pair of boy shorts that were indecently riding up her ass, revealing every inch of thigh she had to bare. Her legs were sprawled open in an unladylike fashion. And just like the time before, her hand was on her pussy.
Fuck.
She was so filthy and naughty in her sleep.
The sight sent a jolt straight to my dick. No man on earth could resist such a woman.
I took off my clothes, except for the boxers, and dropped them on the floor before cautiously sliding into the bed. Tilting my head, I inhaled from her pulse point and bit my bottom lip from letting out a groan. I took another deep inhale, nearly overwhelmed this time from the smell.
It still wasn’t enough.
My hands lowered to the fabric of her boy shorts. I moved slowly in case the drugs hadn’t adequately taken effect yet.
God help me and my awful thoughts.
Pressing my knees against the mattress, I moved lower down her body. Inhaling her jasmine scent, I followed the swell of her breast to the dip of her waist, stopping at the skin between her thighs.
As if she could feel me there, Sara’s breath quickened, and the hand caressing herself fell away.
God, I could almost taste my salvation. All I could imagine since earlier was soaking my tongue inside her pussy again and doing nothing else for the rest of my days.
I removed her panties very gently and nearly came in my pants at the sight. I parted her beautiful beige lips to stare at the pink flesh between them and inhaled her in. She had this distinct female scent, fucking sensuous. And her pussy was so drenched. Shit.
I knelt between her spread legs, further exposing her glistening cunt. “How are you so wet, Angel?” I rasped in a painstakingly hoarse voice.
She was soaked, dying for relief. Here I was, begging to give it to her.
I justified myself.
