Chapter 13 Neil #3
“You never hurt me. Never. All you have to be is yourself. That’s how I like you.” Selene groped my abs gleefully. Then she moved on to my hips and ass. She palmed it and ground herself against me, like she wanted to trap me in her enchanted world.
“I want to feel you, Neil. Give me all of you. I won’t share you with anyone,” she said sensually, trying to cast her spell like the deadly fairy that she was. Her tongue drew a burning line down my neck, sending jolts of electricity all through me.
I closed my eyes, trying to get a grip.
Her mouth was everywhere.
Her hands were everywhere.
Her breath was everywhere.
Her kisses were everywhere.
Not Kimberly.
My Babygirl.
Impatient, I grasped my erection in one hand and dragged the head along her outer lips, already puffy with arousal.
She pressed herself against me subtly, delicately, tempered by that lingering prudery that I wanted to strip away from her.
Then I licked her cheek like an animal and hovered around her pussy without pressing inside because I wanted to test her; I wanted to feel that first resistance as she stared up at me, ethereal like an angel and fully aware of my little game.
I began to grind against her, driving us both crazy, and when Selene arched her back and tilted her pelvis to hasten me, I shut down all rational thought, ignored all the problems all around us, and unleashed the savage, morally bereft part of me that had just been waiting to exorcise all his suppressed cravings with her.
Only with her.
I seized her mouth roughly.
I touched her body with greedy hands—she was so soft and warm that I felt drunk on her. I couldn’t withstand the desire to sink into her or the frustrated tension in my muscles for a minute longer, so I spread her thighs wide and thrust wildly into her. She yielded instantly to me.
She was so drenched, I slid inside without any resistance.
She let out a scream, and I paused in her enveloping heat, squeezing my eyes shut.
I licked my lower lip and, like a beast in rut, kept her impaled upon me, savoring the moment when I felt her hot, tight walls closing all around me.
I could feel her heartbeat, but the only thing throbbing in me was the need to pound her, taking full advantage of whatever time we had left together.
Because she held insane sway over me, obliterating me, making me lose all control, and bringing every part of me to life.
The good and the damned.
Selene shivered and went rigid at my vehemence.
I receded slowly, drawing out the friction between us before sinking back into her like the worst kind of beast.
In and out I went, wrenchingly possessive, and Selene was jolted against the bed with every stroke, struggling to keep pace with me, to not deny me, and to take what she wanted: me.
I wanted to get into her soul, deeper and deeper, because she was getting into mine, and I had no idea how to stop her.
She was taking up her rightful place.
Not just for a visit but to stay. Forever.
I started biting her then.
I started at her shoulder and moved down to her stiff nipples, compressing them between my teeth, leaving my mark on her.
Another one. One of many.
Because she was trying to bamboozle me with her fairy dust, and that made me furious.
She cried out but didn’t deny me; she trusted me. I gave myself over to my instincts, breathing heavily.
I focused on the sight of my hard cock vanishing between her thighs like I was trying to split her in two. I could feel her pelvic muscles putting up desperate resistance, but Babygirl wanted me; she whispered it into my ear. So I continued to move against her, undeterred.
When I saw her face grow cloudy from who knew what kinds of thoughts, I captured her mouth with mine and kissed her, teasing her with my tongue. I wanted to make sure she was getting as much pleasure from this as me, but above all else, that I was right there, uppermost in her mind.
She didn’t need to think about anything else. Only me.
I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead to hers, glorying in the devastating feeling of being inside her.
With each deep thrust, her knees clenched tighter around my waist and her heels dug into my ass, urging me not to stop, to give her all of me, despite how difficult it must have been to withstand my ferocious assault.
A moan of pleasure-pain fell unexpectedly from her parted lips.
I stifled it with a carnal kiss as I continued to pound into her with untamed force.
I was struggling to keep her hope from rekindling mine.
Her feelings could only drag me into a world that was as enchanted as it was false.
The only sounds echoing around the room were the wrought iron of the bed slamming into the wall and our ragged breathing.
We panted, sweated, burned, and fought.
Selene had the ability to sweep away my fear.
And then I would try to break down her persistent delusion of an “ever after.”
She and I were nothing until we came together. Then, we destroyed each other and remade ourselves.
And I would fight it for as long as I could, the two of us becoming one.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a moment of clarity.
She nodded, slipping her hands into my hair. She was lying; her body shouted it at me every time she went stiff, though she still tried to keep up with my mania.
I eagerly refocused on our clinch and pushed deeper inside her because I wanted to feel her completely enveloping my cock.
Selene cried out, and I got even harder, even more tense, even lustier, even crazier.
I wanted her to enclose me, to suck me in, to drag me down.
I wanted her to beat me—to win.
Babygirl swallowed and let her head fall back on the pillow, her eyelids drooping.
She was hot, drenched, and worn-out, but I was dead set on making her combust once more. I wanted to ruin her.
My stamina would demolish her, and she would be left wrung-out but satiated.
“You’re…” she panted, short of breath. “My Disaster…Peter Pan.” She tried to smile even as her slim, luscious body writhed beneath me while I continued my fervent strokes.
Her nails dug into my sides, her scratches pulling a guttural cry from me.
It hurt, but she could have been actively murdering me and I still would have kept flying toward my Neverland.
“You’re close,” I warned her as I felt her pussy spasm rhythmically around me. She arched her back, and her cheeks blazed. At the same time, I rubbed her clit with my thumb to ratchet up her pleasure and kissed her, tearing the breath from her again and again and again…
She climaxed beneath me as I continued to invade her, to shatter her, to bend her to my will.
Every bit of her was full of me.
Her fingers tightened around my waist, cutting into my skin.
Up she rose like a moth, beating her delicate wings, drawn to the light that only I could show her before plunging back down again. Back to earth, back to me, where she seized my lip with her teeth.
The metallic taste of blood spread across my tongue, and when she let me go, she collapsed in exhaustion on the bed.
A grin of purely male satisfaction spread across my face.
After a few more brutal strokes—short but intense—I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I grabbed on to the headboard with one hand and clutched the iron rail like I was falling off a cliff. The headboard stopped banging, and the mattress springs stopped squeaking. An unstoppable fire erupted from my lower legs, spreading along my spine before finally reaching my brain.
I tucked my head into the curve of her throat, my muscles seizing, veins pulsing. My back was on fire, and my eyes were fogged over as I exploded into a violent, breathtaking orgasm that inundated both her and me.
All the tension I’d built up evaporated.
Completely out of breath, I collapsed on Babygirl, exhausted and bewildered. Sex with Selene was satisfying yet agonizing at the same time.
She was a lethal weapon.
A cursed poem.
A surreal dream.
Whatever she was…she was dangerous.
I held still inside her, my head cradled between her sweat-slicked breasts as I stared off into the middle distance. Babygirl’s long, tapering fingers stroked my still-trembling back.
In that moment, I could feel each beat of her heart, her breathing slowing, little by little.
I was really feeling it for the first time.
It was real, no hallucination.
I turned my head toward her and found her staring at me.
Those weary blue eyes were locked right on me.
I didn’t even want to think about the pathetic state I was in, but she was watching me worshipfully, completely enthralled.
I took advantage of my position to nibble delicately on her stiffened nipples.
With her eyes boring into mine, I licked her pale areola and the little mole shaped like an upside-down heart that drove me so wild. Then I gave her a sly grin.
Once that sweet torture was done, I drew myself up on my elbows until I was level with her face. I pressed my groin against her clit, fully aware of how much it would turn her on.
My cock twitched inside her and Tinkerbell let out a gasp.
The thought that it was my cum making her so hot and slick was exhilarating.
“Neil…” She squeezed my biceps with her little hands, and I chuckled.
“What is it?” I said in a leonine grumble. I was aware of the effect my voice had on her, and I had no problems using it as another tool of seduction.
“Stop that,” she demanded, throwing her arms around my neck.
She was drained, had red marks all over, and her lips were puffy from my kisses. If I looked at her too much, I would get lost in the kind of emotion that I usually kept controlled and repressed.
So I moved away from her.
I felt the chill as I withdrew from her body, and Selene sucked in a breath at the abrupt distance.
I laid back on the bed next to her, and Babygirl curled into the fetal position, hot and sweaty.
I could smell it on her: She smelled just like me. I had fully contaminated her now.
And what about me? Had she contaminated me?