Page 17 of Out of the Darkness

No matter how many times she tried to push him away, she wanted this. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He knew that for a fact now, and that knowledge spurred him into action as he went to town.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed a finger inside of her at the same time. Madelyn moaned, and her hips left the mattress. He placed his free hand on her lower abdomen to hold her down, flicking his tongue relentlessly against the small bundle of nerves while simultaneously adding a second finger. She was tighter than he realized she would be, which meant that he was going to have to stretch her out a bit if she had any chance of taking his cock. While he enjoyed a bit of pain, he didn’t want to break her.

“Oh, fuck,” Madelyn moaned, her back arching as she tweaked her nipples between her own fingers. “Harder, Xavier.”

Xavier groaned, his dick throbbing so hard it felt like it was going to explode. Her pussy began to clench around his fingers, and he knew that she was already close. He moved his fingers faster, harder, knowing exactly what spots he needed to hit to bring her to the release she so desperately craved. His tongue continued its assault on her clit, alternating between flicking and sucking, as her moans increased and her legs began to shake. Just before her orgasm crested, he nipped at her clit with his teeth.

Madelyn screamed as she came, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as he continued to thrust them into her, helping her to ride it out. He watched with rapt attention as her body writhed on the bed, and he loved every second of it. He loved knowing that he was the one that made her feel that good.

Without slowing his fingers, he sat back on his knees and unbuckled his pants with his free hand. If he didn’t get inside of her soon, he was going to lose it.

When he finally freed himself, he removed his fingers, making Madelyn whimper. She went to instinctively close her legs, but he pried them back open and settled his hips between them. He kissed her, the head of his pierced cock lining up with her perfectly. Madelyn bit his lip hard, making him growl as he lifted his head to meet her eyes. She licked her lips and gave him a single nod, which was all the confirmation he needed. Her hands gripped his shoulders as he slammed into her in a single thrust.

Madelyn let out a strangled cry, her nails piercing his skin at the sudden invasion. He had felt the stretch and resistance as he entered her, and he tried to blink away the stars that had dotted his vision. She was so tight, so warm, and so wet that he almost came right then and there. It didn’t matter how vivid his imagination had been when he jacked off, thinking of Madelyn, over the last couple of weeks. Nothing compared to the real thing, and he knew then that he would never get enough of her.

Without giving her any time to adjust, he pulled his hips back and slammed into her again and again, setting a rough and demanding pace. She cried out, her nails leaving thin pink lines down his back, but she was also moving her hips in time with his and meeting him thrust for thrust. He had dreamed of this moment since the first night he saw her, and now that it was here, he couldn’t control himself. Not that Madelyn seemed to be complaining.

The emotions that had accumulated from the events of the night seemed to be leading their actions, and the rougher he was with her, the more it seemed to turn her on. When he tweaked her nipple sharply, her pussy clenched around him as she bit into his shoulder. He moved his lips to the side of her neck and sucked a bit of skin into his mouth, no doubt leaving a mark, and he reveled in the way she moaned in response. The bites and scratches she was leaving on him as well were wounds that he would wear with pride. She could mark him all she wanted because he planned on doing the same soon enough.

His hips slammed into hers hard enough to bruise, and her pussy gripped his cock in all the right places. He lifted his head and looked down at where their bodies were joined, not breaking his rhythm. The sight had him growling deep in appreciation.

“Jesus, fuck,” he groaned, moving his hand down between them to circle her clit with his thumb. “Look how good you take me, little dove. This pussy was made just for me, wasn’t it?”

Instead of responding, Madelyn wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to go deeper, which he took as answer enough. He gripped her jaw with his hand and kissed her again as he picked up the pace. Her headboard banged against the wall, chipping off both paint and plaster, and the lamp on the nightstand shook violently, but he didn’t care. Nothing else mattered but them and the way their bodies seemed to fit together so perfectly.

Already, he could feel the tingle at the base of his spine, the tightening of his balls as they slapped against her. His cock swelled with every thrust, but he held off the oncoming orgasm, wanting the two of them to cum together.

Xavier sat back on his legs again, one hand gripping her hip, his fingers digging into her soft and delicate flesh, while he circled her clit with the other. Her walls clenched around him tightly as her heels dug into his back.

“That’s it, little dove. Cum for me,” he demanded through clenched teeth, his fingers pinching her clit hard. “Cum on my cock.”

Madelyn gripped the comforter, a strangled scream on her lips, as she came around him at his demand. Her walls clamped down on him like a vice grip, and after slamming into her three more times, he came with a roar. His cock pulsated with every wave of release, his whole body tense as he filled her with thick ropes of his cum. His eyes blazed, and his canines elongated in his mouth with the need to mark her, but he wasn’t going to do that right now. Not yet.

After they both came down from their intense orgasms, Xavier leaned over her and pressed his lips against hers before he rolled off of her and onto his side. Shifting the blankets on the bed to cover them both, he gathered her into his arms and tucked her head beneath his chin.

He smiled to himself as he stared up at the ceiling. He had been wrong when he had assumed that what happened earlier tonight had damaged the progress they had made. The fact that she had let him fuck her had proven that. While he wanted to stay the night, he knew she wouldn’t like that come morning. So, he would stay until she fell asleep, and that would have to be enough. She was going to need time to reflect on what they did tonight, and he would give her that because it wouldn’t be long now before she gave in to him completely.

Chapter Eight

Madelyn

The next morning, Madelyn was once again pacing her bedroom floor, her hair wet from her recent shower. She was dressed in her bathrobe and had her cell phone clutched in her hand as she tried to psych herself up enough to make the phone call.

There was no way she could go to work today because she was still too shaken up. She just wasn’t sure if it was because she had watched Xavier kill someone to save her, because of the words he had said to her afterward, or because she’d had sex with him.

When she woke up that morning, she found herself sore in various places, and not just because of the attack. Her head still throbbed, and the bruises on her face and neck were more prominent now, but what she had been more concerned about was the soreness between her legs and the copious amounts of dried cum on her thighs. The memories of the three times Xavier had railed her before finally taking his leave had plagued her thoughts ever since she woke up. It was all she could think about, and she hated it.

He had not been gentle with her at all, not that she had expected him to be. It had been rough, demanding, just like he was, and yet, she had loved every bit of it. She had never cum so hard or so many times before, and the third time around, she had been the one to initiate it. It was the best sex she had ever had, and when she went in to take a shower that morning, she realized that she was also covered in hickeys. There were at least eight on her neck and another six on her chest as if he were trying to lay claim to her.

It was as if Xavier was more attuned to her body and what she needed than she was. He knew all the right spots to hit and the perfect amount of pain to add to her pleasure. In the past, she had always tried to keep her enjoyment of pain hidden because she didn’t want people to think she was a freak, especially after everything she went through as a child, but Xavier somehow knew all about it, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much as she did. It was just wrong on so many levels.

She had no idea what had gotten into her or what had made her lose control of herself that way. The more she thought about it though, the more she blamed it on her near-death experience. It was the only explanation she had. Her body had been going into shock, running solely on adrenaline. It messed with her rational thinking and made her want to find comfort and solace in another person. Xavier just happened to be there at the time.

With a mental shake, Madelyn quickly dialed Melanie’s number. She needed to get this over with so that she could start processing what she had done, but she hated lying to her best friend. She had been doing that a lot lately, and it made her feel dirty. Melanie had always been there for her, and keeping her in the dark about this stuff made her feel like she was being a crappy friend.

“Hey,” Melanie answered. “Shouldn’t you be on your way already? You better not be calling me while driving. That’s illegal you know.”

Madelyn cleared her throat. “I know, and I’m not. I’m actually calling to let you know that I won’t be in today. Maybe not even the next couple of days. I think I… p-picked up some kind of cold or flu.”

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