Chapter 14
Alexander
There was a saving grace in being with her.
Catherine made me feel alive, the anger that had fed my appetite for years kept at bay if only for a little while. She was soft where I was hard. She was kind where I was malevolent. She was everything good where I was lost in the indecency of a life that I’d been born into.
Maybe seeing the world through her eyes, if only with defiance and passion would provide a taste of something I’d never experienced.
Satisfaction in the simple acts of life. I’d lost that ability years ago. Stolen as a child so I’d be prepared to face my future. What a future it had become. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there was a loneliness about what I did and how I lived.
Maybe I was the caged bird, only if so, I wasn’t delicate as she was. Fragile in a way that with one false move, I could crush every bone.
Now, having her legs wrapped around my hips was a stark reminder that there truly was goodness in this world.
The way she was looking at me gave me a smile. She was still questioning my motives. Maybe so was I.
She pressed her knees against my thighs, pushing both hands against my chest. The feel of her wetness and the scent of her desire was a powerful combination.
As she shifted back and forth, I allowed her to play.
Perhaps to think that she was in control, but there was a dangerous secret wrapped around the lovely woman and I was determined to find out what that was.
The steadfast look in her eyes remained, the questions about my intentions running deep through her veins. Much like the continued desire we both felt, an intense connection that she was fighting with every ounce of her being.
I cupped her breasts, rolling my thumbs across her hard nipples.
They were swollen, a blush of pink that captured my attention.
While tension remained, she began to slide her body up and down, unbothered by the twist of her hardened buds as I plucked them.
With her lovely mouth pursed, the dark, sadistic side of me longed to drive my dick past her lips.
That would come soon enough.
My cock was aching to be inside, but I wasn’t finished with tasting her yet. I couldn’t have enough of her sweet pussy. With my fingers digging into her hips, I pulled her up until her thighs were cradling my face.
She laughed, the sound short and sweet. Her face was flushed with a hint of embarrassment, shame that she wanted this as much as I did.
But she didn’t try to escape. Instead, she arched her back as I held her aloft, taking shallow breaths.
As soon as I brought her down, burying my face into her wetness, I was rewarded with a sweet moan.
The taste of her was incredible, fueling the intense cravings and need to consume every inch. I was no longer gentle, driving my tongue deep inside, lapping her sweet cream.
“Oh…” Every sound she made echoed in my ears, the scent of her longing just as intoxicating as the woman. I dragged my tongue up and down, able to slide my thumbs inside. She wiggled, shifting back and forth, grinding against me as she began to let go.
I longed to learn every nuance, to explore every inch of her luscious body. I took my time, but my balls were aching, the need for satisfaction pushing me past certain limits. Of gentleness. Patience.
I’d never been the kind of man to worry about pleasing a woman. I simply took what I wanted; but with her, there was a difference. I wanted her exhausted yet sated, so hungry at all times she begged me for more.
My tongue found her sweet spot; her skin shimmered in the warm glow of light and it was difficult not to simply bask in her beauty. I could tell when she was close to coming, her body shaking from the sheer indulgence of what I was giving her.
She was my kryptonite, an unexpected distraction at a time I least needed it.
Every action and every caustic word from her mouth made me furious, longing to punish her time and time again.
The beautiful woman knew what she could do to me, using her feminine wiles against me, having realized early on that I couldn’t control myself around her.
A part of me wanted her to suffer for the position she’d placed me in, more than just a distraction, a weakness that I couldn’t afford.
There was no mistaking who and what I was.
With one look and limited information, she’d formed a correct judgment about me.
I was a savage, a man born from violence and lust of power.
And blood.
I’d accepted who and what I was a long time before, never questioning my needs. Until her. The woman with the doe eyes and a mouth built for sin.
In allowing her to get close, I’d broken every rule. I’d acted like a teenager instead of a man holding the key to the greatest power in New Orleans. She’d broken down my walls and I hated her for it.
So much so she would suffer for what she’d done to me.
Day. After. Day.
The sweet oblivion of losing myself in her needed to stop. Yet I wanted more. It was never enough. I was never satisfied. Fucking her was the only thing that I could control that allowed me even a few moments of happiness.
Her.
It was all about her.
My body began to shake as the need continued to spiral. I licked her furiously, challenging myself to try to stop the madness. Yet the hunger burning inside of me knew no bounds. There was no stopping me from claiming her.
Owning her.
Shit. My mind was losing control and I dug my fingers into her soft skin, strangled by the yearning.
Every moan kept me in a vacuum. Every shift of her body driving me further to a sharp edge.
She deserved better than me.
She was better than me.
But I just didn’t care. She was going nowhere. She was mine.
“Oh. Oh…” As Catherine pressed her thighs against my face, I drove several fingers inside her tight channel, keeping her in position as her body writhed.
I didn’t give her time to come down from the high, rolling us both over. Now I was straddling her chest, my hand clenched around her jaw. “Open wide for me, angel.”
Her eyes were glassy, still on the high of her orgasm, which seemed to make her more compliant. She opened her mouth without needing to be told again. Perhaps she knew if I was forced to push her into doing what I wanted, I would lose all sense of tenderness.
There was no thought of anything but what I needed as I shoved my dick into her mouth.
I stared down at her, daring her once again to defy me.
She didn’t. With her eyes never leaving mine, she took as much of me as her mouth could tolerate.
All I could concentrate on was the way her soft lips wrapped around my cock, the sounds she made when the tip hit the back of her throat.
I could easily suffocate her, but that wasn’t going to happen.
A deep, guttural noise escaped my throat as she swirled her tongue back and forth.
Jesus. She was breaking down all my defenses when I’d become determined to strip hers away, exposing her most vulnerable side.
The sweet scent of her arousal was almost too much to take. I wasn’t kind, powering into her mouth with the roughness of some beast. I jockeyed one foot onto the bed, the switch in angles driving the tip of my cock deep into her throat.
She wrapped her long fingers around my balls, twisting them in her hand with enough pressure, I gritted my teeth. Instead of fighting me, she was enjoying this. She was taking everything I had to give and tossing it back at me.
Who the hell was this woman and why couldn’t I seem to get enough? Every time I jutted my hips forward, instead of enjoying her strangled sounds, I couldn’t take my eyes off hers.
The fucking power she had over me angered me, forcing me to think about the filthy, vile things that I would do to her. She rolled my testicles between her fingers, batting her long eyelashes against the smooth surface of her skin.
Fuck. The woman was daring me to fuck her. If that’s what she wanted, that was exactly what she was going to get. There would be no gentleness, no sense of decency.
“Enough!” I barely recognized my voice as I pulled away, dragging her up by her throat. While licking her sweet lips, she pressed her hand against my chest, digging her fingers into my skin.
I snatched a fistful of hair, yanking her onto her knees and all I could think about was consuming her mouth.
I crushed my lips over hers. She wasn’t timid, gripping my shoulder with one hand in such a way as to insist I remain right where I was.
The same intensity applied, her tongue finding mine, controlling for as long as I would allow.
She kissed me so fiercely we were both breathless. The second I broke the shocking intimacy, she moaned. Her eyes were half closed and the smile on her face elicited awe instead of annoyance.
“Fuck me.” Hearing her begging me to take her against all odds, without regard to consequences or the shame I’d seen earlier, was all I could take.
Shoving her down, within two seconds I had her legs parted.
She was already arching her back, exposing her lust. The second she wrapped her legs around my thighs, I thrust every inch of my cock inside.
There was nothing like the way her muscles clamped down on my thickness, pulling me as deeply as her body would allow.
The beautiful vixen wasn’t shy, clawing my arms as she struggled to get closer. Every sound she made matched the primal ones erupting from my throat. I found it hard to believe she was holding her own, refusing to show any sign of weakness to my brutality.
I was mindless in my actions, fucking her like the savage I’d become, taking without giving. There was nothing like fucking her, being allowed a moment of oblivion like I’d never known.
“Is this what you wanted, sweet angel? To be fucked like a whore?”