19. Anna
CHAPTER 19
Anna
H ot ropes of cum coated my throat. The searing salty fluid hit the back of my esophagus, forcing me to swallow every single drop. The angle he had me in made it easier than I thought to take his entire length. My heart fluttered in my chest, watching him take his pleasure by using me.
My throat quivered around him, my muscles clung to his skin as he slid his softening dick out of from between my swollen lips. He spread his length across my body. His hands went immediately to my core, my pussy soaking for him after he flavored my tongue with his essence. The salty taste lingered as his tongue met mine. His soft kiss moved in tandem with the fingers stroking in and out of me.
I felt my arousal on my inner thighs as they clenched around his hand. The friction was not enough to satiate the need pulsing in my clit.
God, I wanted him so badly.
My hips uncontrollably moved against him. His palm felt rough against my swollen clit. The gushing sound of his fingers in me sent heat through my body as I spewed around his hand. My own orgasm crashed down on me, clamping down on his fingers. I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped my lips.
Sweat coated my skin, heat flushing my body while my pussy mourned the loss of his fingers, clamping down on nothing. He shoved them into my mouth. Without even thinking, I licked them clean greedily.
“You’re my good girl.” He kissed my cheek, stroking my naked body. “A good girl who’s a fucking whore for me. A whore for her professor.”
I shivered at his truthful words. My bedspread had been shoved to the floor, he leaned over and threw it over my body, the warmth soothing me.
“Dr. Hart?” My voice came out wispy and strained. The ache in my jaw crescendoed from the invasion.
“While I do think it’s sexy when you call me that,” he moved himself off the bed. Tucking himself into his jeans, he went to my bedroom door. “You can just call me Reign.”
“Reign?” The name came out as a question. I played with the taste of it in my mouth as he exited. He returned with a bottle of water and a granola bar for me.
I took both, desperate to soothe my aching throat. Refreshing bursts of coolness revitalized me, liquid trailing down my chin. I inhaled the granola bar next, my body ravenous after the exertion.
“Yes, vixen,” he answered, studying me while water dripped down the sides of my throat. His finger traced the liquid languidly, a tiny half smile illustrated his features.
He was too attractive to be real. The kind you only saw in movies and read about in books.
“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” I trembled, sitting up in my bed to face him. My fist gripped the comforter in a wad in the center of my chest. “Before, it seemed like you were really going to…” I couldn’t get myself to say the words.
“You belong to me, Anna.” His voice cut through the silence. “I love you. You’re the other half of my soul. The reason why my vessel was pulled to this city is because it knew you were here, waiting for me.”
I was stunned by his declaration of love.
Real life didn’t happen like this, he didn’t know me, there was no way he could love me already. It wasn’t real. None of this could seriously be happening.
“And I was going to take you.” His voice darkened, his smile turning to a frightening sneer, lacing his features in malice. “I was going to cram my cock into your pussy. Fill you so full of me that you could taste it. I want to ingrain myself in you, to make you as obsessed with me as I am with you.”
He was obsessed with me? My thoughts immediately went to Emma and Chase. I had spent so long envying their relationship, and now the opportunity sat in my room after breaking into my house, leaving me horrified and aroused. Reign continued to gaze into my eyes as if I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Maybe I should open up to Emma about my situation after all.
“But,” I cast my gaze to the sheets I’d wrapped around me, “you didn’t.”
For a long moment, he studied me. “I didn’t.”
Thick silence stretched between us, neither of us speaking. Leaving nothing but the echo of my heartbeat in my ears.
“You need to lock your doors, sweet girl.” Reign’s timbre broke the silence, standing, preparing to leave. “There are dangerous people in this world. I wouldn’t want you getting taken from me.”
He turned over his shoulders as he spoke to me. I couldn’t see any part of his face but his eyes which held a humorous irony in them .
Was he implying that there was more danger out there than him? I had no idea what he was capable of, he broke in with ill intentions, what else could he do?
“You’re,” the word was glass in my sore throat, “leaving me? Just like that?”
The ache in my jaw turned into an excruciating gnaw. Each word I spoke burned its way up my throat and stung my jaw muscles.
“Yes,” he sighed as if it pained him. Was his obsession with me a dangerous one? I was never allowed to date; the thought left me reeling with resentment toward my father. I had no idea what was normal. “But you’ll be seeing me soon, vixen.”
That nickname he had for me sent a shot straight to my clit. Wetness dampened my inner thighs again. This was the attention I’d always craved.
I longed for it.
How could something I’d wanted for so long evoke such terror in my heart?