Page 119 of A Rising Hope

“And you will fucking take it all, Zora.” His eyes darkened with a demand, one that made me worship him. My mouth wrapped around him, tongue trailing up and down. Stifled moans escaped my lips at the taste. Devine. Addictive. The best kind of drug to ever exist. I’d stay on my knees until they’d fucking bleed as long as his cock stayed in my mouth.

I worked harder, long gone were the careful taunting caresses.

“Touch yourself, Zora,” he directed, as his length settled deep in my throat. I nodded, obeying. I’d obey every command he’d utter. My body, my mind, my soul was his to command. The seam of my pants was already undone, and he watched as my hand slid down to my core. A pleasant jolt ran through my body at the light friction of my fingers.

He jerked the spikes out of my hair, letting it fall free, his fingers sunk into my hair, wrapping my freed strands around his hand as he held me, watching me attempt to take him fully. At first slowly, then faster, craving every single inch of him. My fingers matched the strokes as I sucked him harder. My jaw was sore, but I needed more.

He groaned in pleasure, yanking my head back as he pulled out.

“I want more,” I begged.

“Against the fucking wall, Zora.Now,” he grumbled, jerking my body upright. He ripped my pants all the way down, leaving me completely bare. His large body pinned mine from behind against the brick. He placed both of my hands above my head, trailing a line of kisses from my wrist down to my shoulder, then to my neck until he reached my jaw. His hand jerked my chin, twisting my head to him until his lips found mine, his tongue plummeting deep, making me forget my name at his touch. His other hand traveled from the gentle hold on my neck down to my chest. At first cupping my breasts, hungrily, viciously, then his fingers scraped down the line on my stomach until he reached my lowest point. A begging moan escaped my lips as his hand brushed past my core, grabbing my thigh instead. His fingers trailed dripping wet on my legs, content to see me tremble for more. He jerked my thighs apart then, placing his cock in between them. The tip of him reached high on my pubic bone. I ground against him, fully drenched, desperately needing to feel his length inside me.

Our left hands clasped together above, our fingers intertwined. His other hand followed between my breasts to my throat. His fingers outlining my jagged breaths.

“A word, Zora,” he murmured against my ear, his teeth scraping my neck.

“Yes.Fucking thousand times yes,” I managed to utter, knowing that this was the most confident yes in my entire life.

He didn’t reply, positioning his tip just at my entrance and with one smooth motion he plummeted deep within. A loud moan, wild and animalistic, escaped my mouth as my whole body reveled in the intense shock at the feel of him inside of me.

“A moment,” I uttered, and he listened, stopping.

Pain and pleasure intertwined together as I adjusted, finding a comfortable spot. I gave him a look, asking to continue.

“That’s just the first half, Zora,” he murmured into my ear, his voice reaching me to my marrow, making every piece of me cry out in surrender, completely at his mercy.

“Fuck,” I groaned in pleasure as he moved once more, slow and careful. A part of me didn’t know if my body was capable of taking him fully. He froze, waiting for my approval. I moved my hips, adjusting. “Gods,” I cried out, discovering a new meaning of pleasure pushed far beyond anything I had known before as I felt him inside me.

A guttural, primal chuckle echoed near my ear. That sound alone would push me over the edge. But he waited. I gave him another confirming nod.

He moved once then twice, each time deeper, stronger. His hands holding me tight as he thrusted fully into me again and again, finding a steady rhythm. His hand pinned both of my wrist above me as he fucked me. My mind lost in pleasure, letting him take control of my body completely.

His other hand moved from my hip down to my dripping core until he seized me entirely, grabbing me tight.

“This tight little pussy is all mine,” he whispered into my ear, his jagged breaths sending goosebumps down my skin. “I’ll fucking do what I want with it,” he added, and I knew then, he was my complete undoing. He rubbed me slowly at first, then faster, matching tempo with the plunging strokes of his cock. My body quivered under his touch, muscles feeling limp and powerless against his demand for my pleasure. He fucked me harder, making my knees buckle as his full hand was put to work. He was a composer, and I was his muse.

“I want you to fucking explode, Zora,” he growled near my ear imperiously. And I submitted. My body shuddered as waves of the purest ecstasy rolled through me, at first one wave thenanother. I would’ve fallen had it not been for his body pinning me tight as my muscles went limp as another orgasmic wave rolled through me as he pinched the tip of my nipples, still possessively gripping my most sensitive part. I no longer cared if my moans woke the whole damn mansion. His touch killed and resurrected me at the same time.

“That’s right,” he whispered into my ear. “You will always do what I say, won’t you?” And if I could, I would have answered, but my mind forgot how to speak. He gently pulled my hair, meeting my gaze. “Say yes, Zora.”

“Yes,” I murmured between heated breaths as I found his silver eyes, ready to forget my name.

“Good.” But before I could summon even an ounce of energy to say anything else, he twisted me around, placing me on top of a long credenza. My back felt the wet wooden surface underneath. A few drops of rain fell from the ceiling onto my chest, slithering to my throat. Orest lowered to me, licking them off. A single reprieve to catch my breath before he yanked my hips to the edge of the table and then plummeted deep into me.

“Watch how I fuck you, Zora. Watch how I ravish you.” His fingers brushed past the swollen, sensitive part of me in a lazy circle, earning a jagged moan. “There isn’t a fucking inch of your body that isn’t mine to take.” His jagged voice tickled my heated skin like a feather.

He wanted me to watch, so I did. I devoured every angle of his body as he fucked me, burying every inch of his vast cock deep into me. I spread my legs wide for him as he plummeted deeper, his hands pinning my thighs first, then moving up to my breasts, grabbing both of them until release found him. His head full of curls plastered onto my chest as his body shuddered. His stifled groan accompanied by the loud thunder behind the window.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close against my heart, my hands buried into the loose strands of his hair.

Only here with him the constant turmoil of thoughts that I battled completely surrendered and an unshakable calm and peace had won over the years of worry.

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GIDEON

Ipurposely wrapped the worn-out rag that served as a towel lower on my hips. Childish, I knew that, and yet I couldn’t help myself. The clouds of steam still radiated from my body as I made my way from the small washroom adjoined to the hastily put together bedroom.

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