Page 91 of Kings of Lust
He was desperately craving to have me. I could see it in his every single gesture, rushing his palm to discover new areas of my skin while his other hand was forced to remain tightly wrapped around my back to keep me from falling.
If I was to base my judgment on the clasped muscular arm that was providing my security, I was completely safe. But that wasn’t what worried me. It was the madness. The irrational moment in which he could decide to let go of everything.
‘I never felt something like this,’ his lips murmured a confession while raising to join mine. A confession that I couldn’t take for granted; just add it to the list of possible lies and deceit.
Maybe I could have believed him. It made no difference anyway. On the contrary, it meant he was trying to destroy all feelings with that speed he rushed to destroy me.
The bulge in his pants threatening to break free was becoming more than obvious, propelling itself against my leg, and that’s what brought his hand to push the hems of my dress so high that in just one move, he reached my panties. I prayed he would stop since every new move seemed to unbalance me a little more, pushing my body further into the abyss beneath us.
But he didn’t.
He just pulled on the material, ripping it apart to find the place he was anxious to reach. Though I couldn’t even think of that. I could only focus on the gap below us as the darkness beneath was spreading its wings, hungry to grab us.
His yearning fingers were probing on my soft skin, searching for ways to give me pleasure. But fear continued to replace any different thought while daggers of cold chills were piercing through my flesh.
‘Don’t be like this,’ he curved the corner of his lips into a decadent smile, feeling me so frozen against the warmth of his own body.
‘If you want to ruin me, then take out that knife and do it already,’ I snapped back, urging him to finish off his plans.
‘I’m not ruining you, Bea. I’m setting you alive,’ he groaned, releasing himself from his clothes imprisonment and easing the tip of his length inside me.
The sensation I knew so well by now made me close my eyes, steadying my feet against the railway for the sensual assault that was to come. I had never seen such a fire burning through him before, as lava heated waves of his passion seemed to be spilling directly onto my skin. His feverish lips were still melted over my own, but his free hand ran with primal desire from the inside of my thighs to cupping my breasts from beneath with unrestrained satisfaction.
He began gradually moving, gliding further and further in a delicious intrusion that I wanted so badly to despise. But the adrenaline was kicking in, mellowing all defense mechanisms and rising tiny jolts of unwelcomed pleasure within me. It was all too intense, too taken to the extreme; and along with the increase in his pace, Ferris was pushing the line between life and death. My arms were still tightly grasping his neck, yet he was moving so firmly I felt I could slip off at any time to the point that I started believing that I would pull him into the gap.
‘Slow down!’ I cried out between building rushes of ecstasy and my world falling apart.
‘No. Just trust me,’ he answered with his jaw clenched to the max, seeking to drain the very last drop of our luck while thrusting deeper and more sensually within me. ‘Relax. Put your hands here,’ he unclenched my hands from over his neck and shifted them to hang on to his forearms, setting a small distance between us so he could move more freely. A distance that was sending me even closer to the abyss, only to be pushed even further by the rhythm of his movements.
He was growling loudly with excitement as my eyes filled up with tears in a combination of fear and thick waves of rapture. It was like he was bringing all my fears to life, crushing me with the uncertainty of his next action. And the moment I feared most could hold no postponement. In just one gesture, he lifted me higher until I felt just the back of my knees touch the ledge while he raised me somewhere in the air, pushing my body away just to bring it back to crash against his own the very next moment.
It could have been sublime, an erotic demonstration of powers, making every cell in our bodies vibrate with the tempo he was creating.
Except that I was four hundred feet away from touching the ground!
Still, that didn’t stop me from exploding with the pleasure he was forcing within me. I was instants away and he felt it, setting a distance between us, keeping his hand on the small of my back but bringing the other to clench over my navel, instantly turning the signs of my release into euphoria.
He didn’t let go, just parted my body from his to bring me back again, uniting us so deeply that I could feel him shuddering through his release in the pit of my stomach.
My body probably loved him for the undeniable thrill, but I hated him for risking our lives over an ephemeral sensation. I loathed him as much as I truly feared his madness, just thinking about the moment when even a risk like this wouldn’t be enough.
He had broken me. So irremediably that a future for us couldn’t exist. Not that he ever wanted anything else besides a cheap thrill anyway.
Strange how the moment he put me down, I felt I was attending a funeral, saying goodbye to someone I had a crush on but was never really mine.
His lips uselessly searched for movement against my own, as the experience seemed to have brought him a strange mental relief. He was entirely different, almost overspilling with happiness to the point that I thought he had become blind to what his satisfaction really did to me.
I rushed inside the instant I was back on my feet, searching through the piles of scattered clothes to find a jacket and cover my ripped dress.
‘Bea.... Bea, what are you doing?’ I could hear him ask as he followed me back to the room. But I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even speak.
I felt him somewhere behind me just as I picked up one of his hoodies and pulled it over my head. And as soon as I finished, his arms wrapped around me, trying as he had every single time before, to wipe out the madness with a kiss. ‘Bea. It’s ok. I’m ok now.’
He...hewas ok.
‘It made me feel alive,’ he breathed with relief.
‘I’m happyyou’realive because you just killedus.’
