Chapter 18
Curse
Never thought I’d live to see the fucking day where I’d get to find an angel fingering herself in my bed. I thought Aurora was already asleep. I checked the camera feed in here from my office not long ago, and saw her snug as a bug under the covers.
She’s not under the covers now. They’ve been thrown off. Her exquisite white thighs are spread wide, her pale orange nightie hitched up to her waist. It’s dark in the bedroom, but light from behind me spills over her, lights up her skin, her eyes, the damp strands of her hair.
She’s so fucking perfect. So beautiful with her legs spread that I can’t fucking think. Reason and logic are entirely lost to me. Lust and something else – something painful that feels a bit like pressing on a bruise – take their place.
I’m on the bed, on my hands and knees above her, before I even realize I’ve moved.
“What are you doing?” I demand. My lips brush hers when I say it. When did my face get so close?
Cristo santo, she smells so fucking good. The perfume of her hair and the bright tang of her pussy. I inhale deeply. My dick shudders in my pants.
“I was practicing,” she whispers. She tries to close her legs but can’t. Because I’m between them. “It’s not going to work!”
“What’s not going to work?”
“The…The consummation!” She gives a tremulous breath that makes me think she might be on the verge of tears. “I don’t think you’ll be able to do it!”
She doesn’t think I’ll be able to do it?
Swallowing a growl, I lower myself. I press the aching rod of my arousal against her bare pussy.
Holy fuck. I could literally come from this.
The gasp she gives at the pressure of me makes my balls tighten up. I feel her taut little nipples poking up against my chest.
“Not like that,” she whispers. I feel every word against my mouth. I part my lips, inhaling her breath. I want to fucking absorb her. “I know you can. I just…I think I can’t.”
“All you have to do is lie there.”
Unable to help myself, I rock myself slowly against her. Show her what I’ll do when the time comes. Show her that she doesn’t need to do shit-all when it comes down to it.
“I’m too tight,” she admits in a strained voice. “I can’t even do two fingers.”
Tight. My dick pulses painfully. Her tight, virgin pussy around me.
“It’s not going to be a problem.” My lips brush hers with more pressure this time. She gasps against my mouth. “I can prove it.”
“How-”
I interrupt her, not with words, but with my fingers brushing her cunt. She’s already moved her own hand out of the way, but it leaps back into place, clutching at mine.
“What’s happening?” she asks. Her chest heaves beneath me. Her eyes are huge. Frightened.
“I’m going to prove that you can fit me.”
I drag the pad of my middle finger along the seam of her cunt.
No wonder she wasn’t getting anywhere on her own.
“You’re not wet at all.”
“I don’t…I don’t know how to do that!”
“Oh, I think you do,” I say. “Or your body does, anyway.”
She was wet last night. I was aware of it for one twisted, glorious moment between sleep and wakefulness. I don’t know what the fuck I did to get her there.
But I know one way to speed things along.
I move lower on the bed until I’m balanced over her hips on my elbows. I stare at her hips, her thighs, the flawless fucking image of her pussy spread like this. She’s like a goddamn flower made of flesh, too goddamn perfect to be real.
But she is real. I can feel the quivering of her thighs.
I can smell her here. My mouth waters the way it never fucking does for food.
My throat constricts. My body, the whole putrid shape of it, is so rigid and tense that somebody could probably crack me down the middle with nothing more than the pressure of a feather.
I’m distantly aware that this is stupid. Dangerous. Not what I had planned.
But maybe it was stupid to think that I could fuck her once – only once – as part of our bargain and never again. I’m a fucking fool for thinking that would ever be enough. That I wouldn’t end up here, on my goddamn knees before her, like her pussy is the only god that I was ever meant to worship.
I have to stop.
She isn’t telling me to.
With a groan that even I know sounds fucking broken, I dip my head and taste her there.
And now I know I’m fucking doomed. Because I was right.
She does taste like fucking heaven. Paradise that I was never meant to have. I’m not worthy of any of this.
I’ve got her anyway.
I suck greedily on her clit, relishing the moan that tears from her throat in response. Her back bows off the bed, her hips jumping. I drag my tongue everywhere, a merciless, desperate claiming.
I can’t get enough. I could have my face right here for the rest of my goddamn life and it still wouldn’t be enough.
I don’t know if it’s from her or from me, but she’s definitely wet now. I dart my tongue inside her, into the sacred fucking channel of her cunt, and when she pulses and mewls around me, I replace my tongue with my middle finger.
“Oh!” she cries out. “Curse!”
There’s some resistance, but not much. After only a small bit of pressure, her hot depths practically suck my finger inside.
I bite the inside of my cheek until it bleeds to keep myself from coming.
“Oh, God,” Aurora moans, writhing beneath me. “How…How…”
Words are lost to her then. I replace them with my own, muttering shit that I didn’t even know was inside me.
“My fucking angel.” Between words, I lick her, feeling her tighten around me. “You’ve swallowed my whole finger to the fucking hilt.”
I latch onto her clit, sucking hard while I begin to pump my finger.
I want her to feel the thickness, the solidness, the way her body becomes pliant and gives in to the hardness of mine.
The slick walls of her pussy are quivering now.
Her thighs slam against the sides of my head, her feet planting themselves on my back as she lifts her hips right off the mattress.
“No,” she moans. “Yes. Oh, God. I can’t. I’m going to…”
She’s going to come. She does it the next moment. Her body seizes on my finger, milking desperately while she whimpers and convulses. Wetness pours from her. I suck it down like holy water.
Her legs give out. Her ass collapses down onto the bed. She lies limp and spent beneath me, watching me through the feverish slits of her eyes as I rise up on my knees above her. Tension enters her weak limbs when I unzip my pants, adjust my clothing, and viciously rip my cock free.
Her eyes widen. They fall to my crotch and stay there. When I start jerking myself, she licks her lips, and I bite back a needy growl.
“Should I…” Her fingers curl into fists on the bespread. “Should I touch you?”
“No,” I hiss at once. I’ve already gone too far. I’ve fucking gorged myself on her. Having her precious fingers wrapped around my cock will send me flying over the fucking edge of sanity.
I want it too damn much.
Pressure builds in my balls, my cock. My fist moves faster and faster. At the last second, I rip her nightie up higher and come all over her belly. Groaning, I drag my spurting head across her skin, smearing the hot fluid all over her. Marking her.
Staining her.
“I should go clean up,” she whispers as I tuck myself back into my clothes.
Her words irritate me. I don’t want her immediately thinking ahead to when she gets to clean me off of her skin.
I’ve got the handcuffs in my pocket. I whip them out and snap one cuff around her wrist.
“Tomorrow,” I tell her, clasping the other cuff to my own wrist.
She can wash me – and this whole fucking night – off of her in the morning.