Page 37 of The Nephilim's Finesse

Ascending the dungeon stairs, I encountered two guards, which I ripped open in seconds. The empowering feeling of invincibility flowed through me. Never again would anyone take something from me that I didn't wish to give. I was no helpless girl anymore; I was strong, far stronger than any man could be! Reaching the door of the courtyard, I ran. The buildings flew by me; people were a blur as I moved swiftly past them. However, I felt that my skin was burning away at ‌places I wasn't covered. After some miles, I saw a small cottage, and I made haste towards it; when I arrived, maybe I sought to make use of its blanket to cover myself.

I felt two heartbeats inside the small house. My hunger for blood boiling within me and my own burning flesh driving me on, I made my way towards those who dwelt there. Approaching them, I smiled.

“I beg your pardon, grant me the kindness of your blanket?”

The husband took his pitchfork, which leaned against the wall. “Begone, harlot!”

I sighed, for I did not wish to slay them. Yet, I had a need for the blanket, and my veins cried for blood. I made quick work of both. As my wounds were sealed with the first drops of blood on my tongue, I began to understand Thorne’s lesson. He wanted to prove my strength and alacrity, knowing that no man could match me in might or speed. I must fight for myself since no other would show me mercy.

A thought came to me as the sun set low in the sky. Now that I knew of my preternatural powers of strength and footspeed, I'd visit my husband and bring an end to our marital union—painfully slow, so he may feel all the agony a man can suffer before death would claim him.

The next day, Raph entered my cell as if nothing had happened. His anger was gone, and he showed his usual stoic face. John came in behind him, tilting his head while his glance wandered between Raph and me. We just stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

John sensed the tense atmosphere and walked over to me, his hands caressing my arms. “Do you want me to touch you?” I focused on him instead of the man standing behind him, who could have been made of marble.

I nodded, but John grinned.

“Tell me.” With the tension between Raph and me, it was smart of John to take the lead. Better to play along with John than to look at Raph and let my hate surface.

I sighed. “I want you to touch me.”

“Where?” His green eyes were dark with desire but still held a playfulness.

I felt my skin turn hot. “Everywhere.”

He chuckled. “Oh no, it won’t work that way. See, I’m so young. I don’t know what to do.” Which was such a lie, and we both knew it. “I want you to tell me exactly what I should do to you. Otherwise, I just won’t do anything.”

I glanced behind John, seeing Raph standing like a statue, watching us. His fists were balled at his side, an unreadable expression on his face. Didn't he like what he saw? Only one way to find out.

Not taking my eyes off Raph, I answered John. “I want you to kiss me on my neck, down to my breasts and suck my nipples.”

I was embarrassed to voice my desire, but it was just an afterthought of the feelings Raph was inducing. I wanted to hurt him, not physically, but emotionally. Would he just stand there and watch me being pleasured by another man without controlling the situation?

John helped me out of my blouse, kissed my neck, nibbled on my ear, and his tongue traced a path down to my collarbone. Goosebumps rose on my skin, and my nipples went hard.

But it was Raph’s look that turned me on. He squinted his eyes, his knuckles white from pressing them together so as not to touch me. A small smile played around my lips, and he frowned. His jaw was clenched tight, and I could almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

He stepped forward, but John held out his arm in warning. “Why don’t you just watch?” he said, his voice low and husky.

Raph hesitated for a moment before turning away from us and walking over to the wall. He leant against it with his arms crossed in front of him, never taking his gaze off me.

John started kissing along the tops of my breasts now, his hands tracing circles around each one while I gasped in pleasure. His teeth lightly grazed over one nipple, then moved onto the other as he continued to tease them both with gentle caresses of his tongue. Each time I moaned in delight, Raph's fists clenched tighter at his sides. I threw my head back and moaned. “Oh, John!”

When I opened my eyes, Raph wasn’t there anymore. I felt him behind me, his hands on my hips as he pulled me towards him, turning me to face him. Our eyes met, his possessive look all-consuming. He leaned closer, focusing on my lips, and I held my breath. I wanted to have his lips on mine, to feel him, to taste him. But instead of kissing my mouth at last, he turned his head away at the last second and kissed my neck with such force, as if he wanted to devour me. The force of his kiss on my neck sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt the heat between us. His hands ran up and down my body, exploring and caressing my curves as if they were long-forgotten memories. There was no gentleness in his actions; this was a raw need. It matched mine.

I threw my arms around him and ripped his t-shirt from him to glide my hands over his muscles. His skin was so hot against mine that I could feel myself melting into him. He groaned in pleasure as he kissed my neck more passionately now, pushing against me as our bodies moved together in a primal dance of desire. While his hands kneaded my breasts, I undid his belt and pulled his trousers down.

“No,” he growled and took my small hands in his and guided them behind my back. With one hand, he held them together while he continued to devour my breasts. I groaned and arched my back to push my breast deeper into his mouth. His free hand wandered over my belly, south below my skirt, to my entrance, testing for my wetness. When Raph felt how wet I was, he growled again and got on his knees, pulling down my garment.

“Spread your legs,” he snarled before my curls, and I obeyed.

He licked along my lips, up to my sweet spot, until I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

“Yes! Please don’t stop!”

“Tell me who.”

Confused, I opened my eyes and looked down at him. He pressed his finger inside me, and my hips started by themselves to buckle against his digit.

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