6. Draven
Chapter 6
Draven
She separates from her friends and heads to the bathroom, telling them to wait for her at one of those tables in the corner after they get a drink. Before I realize what I’m doing, I follow her, waiting outside the bathroom to see if someone else comes out. After a couple of minutes, when I’m satisfied that no one else is inside the bathroom, I step inside, resting my body against the door.
She looks up from washing her hands, our eyes connecting through the mirror. She gasps out, “It’s you.” Saying it too softly that if we weren’t in a quiet room, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been able to hear her. “You’re the same Soul Reaper who has been following me around the alley.”
I neither confirm nor deny her comment. She already knows it’s me. I lock the door behind me, the sound of the lock reverberating around us like surround sound.
She turns around to face me with bulging eyes. “What-,” She stutters. “What do you want?”
I break the distance between us to tower over her. “To finish what we started earlier.” I caress her face with my gloved hands. “My little shadow.” She leans into my touch, looking at me. She is looking at me as if she’s staring straight into my soul. Can she also see the desire igniting in them? She bites her bottom lip, sending me into a frenzy. That move right there has me losing the small amount of control I’m forcing on myself. I grip the back of her legs, swiftly lifting her onto the edge of the sink, settling my body between her thick thighs.
She looks up at me with a mischievous smile and desire in her eyes. She is beautiful, perfect, fucking mine. I’m going to enjoy devouring every inch of her. All these years of watching her from a distance, I’ve been dying to know how she feels, how she sounds, how she fucking tastes . It's time I let myself have her.
“This is madness,” she whispers.
“All the best things come wrapped in a package of madness, my shadow.” “Never thought I’d see the day where a Soul Reaper is loosely quoting Alice in
Wonderland,” she quips, and I can’t help but smirk over her, catching my reference to her favorite Disney cartoon. She has always had a soft spot for the mad hatter.
“Good things happen to those who wait.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Yeah? And what good thing has happened to you recently?” She asks, her cheeks turning that delectable shade of pink. She is adorable when she is trying to flirt.
You. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. I want to say, but I don’t. There will be a time for heart and flowers later on but it’s not right now.
“Grip the edge of the sink with your hand,” I order and she looks up at me with hesitation, but that only lasts a second before curiosity grips her, and she does what is told.
“Such a good girl you are, my little shadow,” I coo. She bites her bottom lip and tries to look away, but I don’t let her. I grip her jaw, tracing her pretty lips with my thumb. “Don’t you dare look away,” she gulps over the demand in my voice.
Reluctantly, I let her go, switching off the light and leaving us in darkness. The only light illuminating us is the red light from the exit sign above the door. The only sound in the room is of my boots stepping against the marble floor as I make my way back to her and her rapid breathing.
“Why did you turn off the lights?” She whispers as if speaking loud is going to break the alluring spell we’ve cast around each other and the room. There’s a hint of fear in her tone, but the desire overpowers her fear.
“When you lose one sense, all the other ones heighten,” I say, my voice smooth like silk.
I press my thumb to both of her lips, preventing her from saying anything else. Knowing damn well, she was going to say something. She grunts in frustration, and I can’t help but smirk at how well I know her. “Close your eyes, my shadow. Push aside all your worries, fears, and thoughts; focus only on this moment, focus only on how I’m making you feel.”
Her body tenses. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything that you’re not going to enjoy. Don’t you trust me?” She exhales a breath as if she is expelling all thoughts except for me and nods. “That’s my good girl. Now close your eyes.”
After her eyes are closed, I pull back my cloak, remove my mask, and take out my wand. “Open your mouth for me.” She opens her mouth, and I slip the thick part of my wand inside. I expect her to recoil, but she doesn’t; she does something that has my dick growing uncomfortably in my pants. She closes her lips against my wand and begins to suck. I grip her cheeks with my hand and index fingers. “Save that for my cock, shadow.”
She starts to protest when I take the wand out of her mouth, but her protest quickly turns to low moans as I trail my wand down her body, slip my hand between her thighs, massaging her clit over the thin fabric with the thick part of the wand.
“Please,” she begs.
“Please what?” I ask her as I put a little bit more pressure on my index finger. “More.”
“Who knew you could be such a needy little slut.”
“Please, I want more.” She bucks her hips forward, desperately seeking more friction. “You want more?”
“Yes,” she purrs. “More.”
I rub her sensitive clit, in slow circular motions. I tease her for a few minutes, enjoying her soft moans before I stop my movement and remove my hand.
“I said more, not for you to stop,” she groans.
I rest both of my hands on her thighs leaning forward enough that our noses are touching. Inches away from her mouth.
“Such.” I slowly inch my way up her thighs. “A needy, demanding,” When I reach the hem of her tights, I grab them and slowly lower them down. “Little slut you are.” Down to her ankles, removing her shoes, dropping them onto the floor with a thud, and then taking her stocking off entirely. The whole time, she remains still; her only movement is of her rapid rising and lowering chest.
After I take off my gloves and discard them, I nudge at her legs, spreading them apart, kneeling in front of her and tearing her underwear, throwing the torn fabric onto the floor, revealing her glistening pink pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet.” I groan, pushing my finger through her sensitive flesh, lightly tracing over her clit, making her squirm against my touch.
“Please, I’m begging you,” she pants, bucking her hips forward. I put her out of her misery and dip my finger inside of her.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Fuck,” I groan. Her pretty little cunt is so snug around me, gripping me tight. “Such a tight little cunt.” I breathe. She was worth the fucking wait . Her mouth pops open as I finger-fuck her. Thrust after thrust, adding another finger, stretching her open, seeing how well she can take it. Seeing how well she will be able to take me. Curling my now slippery fingers, I stroke her walls, searching for the spot that makes her come undone.
“Oh god.”
“God?” I mock. “There's no god here, just the devil collecting his prize.” I’ve been watching, waiting impatiently to make my move, and I can’t control myself anymore. I need to taste her. Gripping her legs, I place them on top of my shoulders. She breathes hard and fast once I press my lips against her inner thigh, inhaling the sweet, delicious scent of her arousal.
Every cell in every inch of my body awakens, my taste buds exploding in my mouth as I flick my tongue over her clit, tasting her. In a matter of seconds, I’ve become addicted to her. She has ruined everything for me.
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck. Yes.” She thrashes against my face as I slide another finger inside her. I find just the right rhythm that brings her to life. That drives her wild. She grips my hair with her hand pressing my face deeper. Yes, baby. Tell me how you want it.
Her cries of pleasure encourage me to work harder, thrust my fingers deeper as her clit swells beneath my tongue. Her hands trembling from the force of the grip she has on my hair. Her back bows as she grinds her pussy against my mouth, bucking her hips, chasing that high that she so desperately seeks.
Her legs begin to shake violently. She cries out, and her back arches as she finds her release. I lower her legs from my shoulders, stand up, take a step back, grab my mask, place it back on, and admire the sight in front of me. With a red face, she closes her eyes as her chest heaves, her come slides down her leg. She. Is. Fucking. Beautiful. A masterpiece.
She opens her eyes after a few long minutes and looks at me, eyes burning with desire before she looks down her legs. She tries to reach over for paper towels, but I grab her wrist, stopping her.
“That paper is far too rough for such delicate skin my little shadow.”
She tilts her head slightly to the side, lips tilted upwards. “Yeah?” She pretends to look around. “I don’t see a cotton towel for me to use.” Her voice drips with amusement. “So what could I use instead?”
In a flash of a second, I’m back kneeling in front of her, grabbing her leg, mask on top of my head. “This.” I trail my tongue up her leg, licking away her come and leaving goosebumps on her skin. When I’m done cleaning every inch of her, I stand up, taking in her widened lust, filled eyes.
“You taste like fucking heaven.” Her mouth falls open, and I can’t help but chuckle. “You don’t believe me?” She blinks slowly as if she is coming out of a trance. “Then see for yourself.”