Page 101 of Afflicted

“Oh good, it’s freezing in here.”

There’s shuffling sounds behind me, and her scent begins to fill the room.

“This storm is wild.”

“Yeah it is.” I stoke up the flames, the logs crackling loudly as they catch. When I turn back towards her, she’s crept into my bed, her wet clothes discarded on the floor. The firelight catches the gold in her hair, and she smiles at me as I move towards her.

“You’re all wet,” she says in that sexy, breathy voice that drives me fucking crazy. “You should strip off.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I remove my clothes, relishing that look she gives me as her eyes move hungrily over my body. This is foolish. This is a bad idea. But I punch that voice down. No one will know. No one will come looking for her, not now.

She’s mine, for as long as this storm rages.

And I’m going to take my fucking time with my girl.

I kneel at the end of the bed and pull the blanket down, so I can see her. She smiles and bites her lip as she gazes at me.

“Open your legs,” I command, and she does, spreading them not quite wide enough for me to see all of her. But fuck that smell hits my senses, and my fangs suddenly feel ten inches longer. I growl at her. “Wider.”

She lifts her hips and opens her thighs more, showing me what I want to see. Then she runs a hand down her stomach, pushing two fingers between the lips of her pussy, spreading them into a V so I can see her swollen clit.

“Better?” That fucking voice. That husky, dangerous voice. It makes me want to do all manner of things to her, right now and all at once.

But I’m taking my time. The rain battering the roof reminds me - I have time tonight.

“So much better, angel.” I crawl towards her, and her scent spikes, hot and intoxicating. “Now, for what I want to do to you tonight, I need you to have a safe word, do you understand?”

Fear licks through the scent of her arousal, but that just makes me even harder.

“A safe word?” Her voice drops an octave, and she’s as turned on by that flicker of fear as I am.

“Yes, angel. Because saying No or Stop, well…” I run my nose along her thigh, along the line of her veins where her heated blood thunders so close to my lips. “I told you I want to hear you beg, and plead. I meant it.”

Her breath catches a little, her nipples peaking and a new rush of blood to her pussy telling me she’s more than ready to beg and plead and ask me to stop, while not meaning it at all.

“But…”I press a kiss to her inner thigh, grazing her skin ever so slightly with my fangs. “You pick a safe word, and when you say it, everything stops. Instantly. No question.”

“Red.” She says it so quickly, almost urgently. My dirty little slut wants me to shut up and fuck her.

I chuckle against her skin, so hot and soft, the smell of soap still clinging to it. “Red? So original.”

“I snuck books from my mom’s office,” she says over a gasp as I move my mouth over her stomach. “They were dirty books, or to a kid they were. And their safe word was red.”

“Red. OK.” I raise myself over her, looking down into that sweet angelic face. It’ll be lashed in my cum by the end of the night. “Red, and everything stops, angel. Immediately. No questions as-”

“Oohhhhh my god stop being a gentleman and fuck me!” She closes her eyes, tipping her head back on the pillow, her throat so mouth-wateringly on display.

I huff out a laugh against her throat. “So fucking needy.”

Her hips roll underneath me, pressing her wet heat against my dick. I let her do that some more, because holy fuck the anticipation of sinking into that hot pussy is making me drunk. But it’s not enough for my girl, because she shoves against my shoulders to push me on my back. Of course I let her. There’s no way she could move me unless I let her.

She scrambles on top of me almost clumsily, panting and crazed. She positions herself on top of me, reaching down to guide me inside her. I watch my dick disappear into her cunt, slowly as she adjusts to me at this angle.

“Fuck, you stretch so good for me, angel.” I’m clasped so tight inside her it’s like she’ll never let me go.

“Ohfuck,” she moans, circling her hips. She tips her head forward, her hair covering her face, like she’s hiding. Has my girl gone shy on me? It’s almost as though she’s never done this before, as though she’s never been in control.

“Fuck, angel, do you know how beautiful you look right now?” I caress her thighs, and she raises her chin just enough so I can see her face. I hiss in a breath as she carefully circles her hips again. “You feel so fucking good.”

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