Page 94 of Kings of Desire
‘What did I just say?’ His grip so hard on my waist that will certainly leave signs in the morning, as he had crushed me to him, digging his teeth to graze my flesh while a few of his fingers strode over the material of my panties to move in their desire to bring me uncomposted pleasure.
I replaced any answer with a tremble as a shiver ran across my body, making me almost cry out in both anger and helplessness. But what ate me alive was that I wasn’t helpless when it came to Brax, I was helpless when it came tome, unable to control my interior reactions. Unable to hate him! Yet somehow totally able to allow his lips to ignite the very last cell of my body.
Then he decided to break me, with magical incantations made by the twists of his tongue as he was writing them along my skin, descending directly to my navel, while at the same time gliding his hand somewhere around the hems of my panties.
I low-key feared what was about to happen since I knew from Ferris that his tongue was going to press against my belly button, creating that lightning bolt again to split me in half and reach directly towards my very core. What I didn’t know was that at the same time his fingers would push my panties aside, sneaking between my folds and grinding over that tiny part of me that would make me instantly bow in front of him. And that I did, slayed of my powers, I let my palms fall on his shoulders for support, taken by surprise from the quake he was raised within me.
I was expecting him to be angry, infuriated by my lack of control, but in response, he raised his eyes to glance at the tremor my own two orbs reflected. ‘It’s ok, Bea. It’s ok....,’ he let out a devious grin turn his fleshy lips to a thin line, letting his fingers play between my damp flesh as his tongue was going up again to taste the curves of my breasts again.
Between the nibbling of my nipples and that intensifying sensation in my throbbing core, I found myself being lifted on his waist, then slowly put down on the bed, as my beast came on top of me, full muscle tensed, arranging himself in the tight grip of my thighs.
Hauling the shirt over his head, he threw it to the floor, returning to my needs even before he got a chance to take his next breath.
‘I forgot about these,’ he meant my panties, but the problem was quickly solved as he raised my legs over his hips to tug the unwanted material over my ankles, and at the same time to unbuckle his belt.
The sound of the metal coming undone brought me to my senses, as I was becoming all too aware of what was to happen next.
‘Did you bring.... You know...,’ I was such an idiot that I was too embarrassed to even ask.
‘A rubber?’
Brax and his mouth... Always straight to the point while the conversation seemed awkward to me. ‘I don’t want to use one with you,’ he looked at me as I was the forbidden fruit and he was about to enter Eden’s garden. ‘But I do use one with everyone else, so you don’t need to worry. When is the last time you had your-’
I cut him off again ‘I’m on some pills. My doctor prescribed them to me to fix some.... how should I say this? Monthly issues. But they serve other purposes as well.’
‘Good, cause I want things to be perfect,’ he spoke with a hindered breath, leaning on top of me as I felt his pants slip over his feet.
Perfect!?He has a lot to learn about what perfect means.
Before I got a chance to get awkward and embarrassed as I usually do, his lips regained their position, and so did his hand, moving even stronger as if deciding to make me squeal in seconds with ecstasy. That was before he drove one of his fingers to glide within me.
Instantly, I arched against the mattress, buckling up to try and endure him, though the second he felt me tense, he raised his head from over my chest to glance straight at me.
He was beginning to move slowly as the discomfort was preventing me from finding pleasure in any of this, even though when it came to provoking pleasure, I did not doubt that Brax had a master’s degree om the subject.
Another of his fingers slipped inside me, stretching me to the max, as I was feeling that he was about to tear me in half. I couldn’t see him anymore. I couldn’t see anything. I just needed to close my eyes and survive this.
‘Look at me,’ he barked, quickly bringing me back to my senses to stare into the depths of the absinthe color of his wicked eyes. He was searching for something within the lines of my face. Maybe it was the way my lips were parting as I was trying to deal with the pain his grinding within my walls was causing. Or, maybe it was the way I was clenching my teeth as I felt him so intimately close.
Although I could notice flickers of anxiety glittering in his eyes each time I sketched out a gesture.
But as I come to think about it, he was probably waiting for something... Yes, that was it! He wasn’t there for my anguish, he was there for my ecstasy, as his thumb moved over my throbbing nub sending a whole new sensation to race through my body. Something was leading the pain to the way to pleasure, and with each move, my body seemed to be relaxing while my breath was becoming shallow.
And, when it was time, I felt him move to dispose of his boxers, and with one long move, replacing his fingers with the part of him that wanted me so badly.
That impossible to bear sensation was back again, chasing away the elation and bringing back that quiet anguish, making me at the same time wrap my arms around the broadness of his neck. I hoped that would get him to stop, but he didn’t, he just kept thrusting over and over while my head buried itself against his shoulder and one of his palms clenched around it to keep it there.
I could hear his jaw clench, teeth almost breaking under their own strength as my own teeth were sinking into his flesh, feeling that moment when the wheel will turn again impossibly close.
Though one thing was bothering me even more than the fact that this moment wasn’t of my choice. He seemed to be avoiding my lips since, the moment he entered that door tonight, he never kissed me once. Perhaps it was my paranoid nature, but I had a suspicion it had something to do with him not wanting to get involved... catch the plague calledfeelings. Whatever danger I may pose to him, he was removing second by second, removing all sorts of sentiments from the room with every single one of his gestures.
And still, no matter what my mind wanted to believe, the fluttering tingles beneath my waist were letting me know that my body wasn’t agreeing with the rational part of me, forcing me to realize that it switched to the enemy lines without showing off a single form of regret.
My teeth seemed to not be needing his shoulder for support any longer, although leaving a red trace to tattoo itself next to some black drawings marked on his skin.
As always, he took advantage of the moment and shifted his head lower to reach for my hardened tips once again.
Everything felt as in a dream, but so real altogether, as he was so mesmerizingly close to me. Like a part of the puzzle that’s been missing all along.
