Page 36 of Torn Between Two Worlds

Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave a gentle squeeze before working it up and down it. Running her hand over the foreskin, she rubbed gently while rolling her finger over the head of his substantial cock. His hands came down on her shoulders, gripping them and tugging her to him for a kiss. She tangled her tongue with his while moving her hand up and down his erection and playing with his balls with the other.

His needy groan made her clamp her legs together in an attempt to relieve her own need. Releasing his balls, she pressed his chest backward and smiled wickedly. His mouth found hers again, and she was kissing him back, melting into him, meeting his tongue stroke for stroke and sucking it between her lips. Shocks were streaking through her body with every stroke of his tongue, and she realized she was grinding her body into his.

He traced a finger over the crotch of her cotton panties, and she jolted, causing her to arch into him, whimpering for him to remove the bottoms. He rubbed his finger over the fabric in circles as he ran his tongue down her neck. She had no response, except to take his hand, slide it under the edge of her underwear and grab his head to kiss him. His fingers stroked across her clit, and she bit his lip and jerked onto his hand.

Breathless, she broke their kiss. She heard him growl when she squeezed his shaft as she pumped. His finger worked in and out of her, faster than before, and she couldn’t stop herself from riding it, pushing down on it as he added a second—scissoring them inside her. She stroked him harder. His thumb found her clit and rubbed her too. Her body was going to burst. She was already starting to see colors, and her hand released his cock. All she could do was slam her body onto his hand as her head fell backward. She could feel her walls start to pulse, making his fingers hit them harder, deeper. Her scream would have broken the silence in the house had he not taken her mouth with his again.

Using his distraction to her advantage, she pressed her palm flat against his chest and began to walk them toward the couch, pushing him until he was pressed against it. Leaning forward, she kissed the top of his ear before tugging on it slightly with her teeth. Running her tongue down his neck and her nails gently down his chest, she bent her knees and stopped before his large, hard cock.

His cock jumped as her tongue swept the top of it and more so when she gently blew across the tip of him. Her lips slowly closed over the head of his erection, and she slid her mouth down it, running her tongue back up it like it was a lollipop. She felt his hands fist into her hair and guide her head as his hips bucked up. She smirked before twirling her tongue around the head, and then slid her mouth up and down his hard length.

Continuing her game of sucking and licking his hard shaft, she stopped when she heard him tell her too. Taking his cock out of her mouth with a wet popping sound, she allowed him to sit down on the couch, his large cock bobbing proudly against his stomach as he beckoned her to him. She slid up, wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him to her. She ran the head of him against her entrance driving them both mad. He was so large. She could already feel the delicious stretch of her body as his head pushed inside of her.

Without hesitation, she took his shaft in her hands and pushed down without hesitation. His groan was full of pleasure and sent spikes of it through her body. His hands reached up and gripped her hips, pulling her down to him and setting their pace. Running her hands over her breasts, she thrust with him and sighed as his hands replaced hers. Moans and whimpers pulled from both of them. Her body still pulsing and near release, she took him deep inside with every thrust. Pulling herself completely off of him, she ran her hand down his shaft, pumping her hand as his hand found her core and two fingers pushed their way inside of her.

Sliding back down on his cock she groaned, and his growl filled her ears. With a wicked grin, he grabbed her ass in his hands and rolled her underneath him, her nipples, pebbled as his hands left her ass and tweaked them hard enough to cause a spike of pleasurable pain. Every movement made his shaft squeeze into her body. She screamed his name through clenched teeth and heard it echo in the emptiness of the room. He pumped his hips up into her, harder and faster, his hand finding her clit and working the nub to a throbbing point. A climax shot through her as she felt his cock jerk and his hands grip into her hips, thrusting until they were both panting hard.

He picked her up, walked slowly through the house to his room. She'd look at it later. Not now. He and laid her down gently on the casual looking, king bed. He traced a finger over her folds, wet with her pleasure. He grinned wickedly at her before covering her body with his and slowly inching his shaft into her. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she met him thrust for thrust, breathing hard. Her orgasm came without warning, and he cut off her scream with a scorching kiss.

Tongues tangling, hands groping one another, he continued to rock his hips against her, driving himself deep into her body until she saw the veins in his neck strain. She knew his balls would be tightening against his body, waiting to release. His thrusts grew faster, longer; as he pulled out and slid across her sensitive nub with each move until a grunt spilled out as his release came. Panting, she cried out as he pulled out and lay next to her.

“Gods.”

She blew out a breath and tried to force herself to see things properly, and not blurry from her release. “I don't have a belief system, but if I did, I would say that. Stryder, hold me.”

“Sweetheart, you don't need to ask me twice.” His arms wrapped around her, and her last thought as she drifted off to sleep was that her choice was going to tear her apart.

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The buzzingof an alarm jerked her from her sleep. Stretching like a lazy cat, she turned and squeaked, seeing Stryder.

“We are not back to that are we?”

She grinned and laughed before placing a kiss on his nose. “No, it's just that…well, I just missed work, and if I missed work, at some point, my girlfriends will come to check on me when I'm not responding to texts. Not to mention, I'll be broke and homeless. Which reminds me.” She climbed out of bed and cursed, realizing she hadn't brought her phone. “I'd kill to know if they work here.”

Stryder was laughing as he climbed out of bed and wrapped his arms around her. “How about this. We practice. I felt what you did to me last night, and with that attack yesterday morning, we need to be focusing on your protection...almost as much as sex.” He grinned, kissed the top of her head and went to get dressed. “Be downstairs in fifteen minutes for breakfast, and then we train. You can worry about work tomorrow, surviving comes first.”

She nodded back at Stryder and took a deep breath. His land was spacious and the nearest tree was a ways off. If she was seriously able to fire off, well, fire, then they needed to know how she did it so she could control it. She wasn't certain how Alcott had managed to never let her see an attack after that first night, she'd bet money he used his magic to cloak it, but she would never know now. The point was, with the frequency of the attacks, she needed to step up her game.

She thought back to the attack, back to seeing someone sneak up on Stryder. She pretended there was a ball of fire in her hand. Her face was clenched, and she thought she was going to wind up with one hell of a headache if she didn't figure it out soon.

“Fuck!”

She jerked her head up to see Stryder standing across the way from her, a small, torched section of grass next to him.

“What the fuck was that? That was a damned lightning strike! I saw fire earlier. That was not fire,” his voice rose exponentially with each word, and his expression became more confused as he bent down to the ground and looked at the burned section. “What did you just do, sweetheart?”

Looking down at her hand and then looking back at him, she shrugged. “I have no idea. I didn't feel a thing.”

“And did you feel a thing before you blasted that flame ball?”

She nodded.

“Well then, I think it's safe to say, don't get pissed off. Actually, scratch that. By all means, get pissed. I'll help.” He flashed the distance between them, and as carefully as he could, slammed her by her shoulders into the stone house. He put his face right next to hers. “No pathetic human is going to touch you now. You know that, don't you? You slept with me. Willingly over and over. Screamed my name, and now you're mine.”

His words infuriated her. His bark of pain had her looking between them. Sure enough, there was a hole in his shirt exposing his beautiful abs, marred red with a burn. She ducked out of his grip and glared at him. “Don't you fucking dare. Don't you dare use that against me.”

His smile threw her off. “Look at your hands, sweetheart, your hands!”

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