Page 35 of Unleash Hades
I felt my way down her body, down her thighs, until I found the bottom of her skirt. I clutched it in my hand, lifting it until I could feel the sweet roundness of those luscious thighs.
I wanted to tear her clothes and bite her skin, but I knew that I couldn’t. She’d have to walk out of here, and I’d be damned if anyone saw the evidence of her being freshly fucked outside of these walls.
And what if Dick Davenport saw those marks? I had seen pictures of the body fished from the river in Marseilles. The police ruled there was no foul play… even with the black crack in her skull and the blue marks on her throat. If he could get away with that murder, then what could he do to my sweet Calissandra?
I shuddered at the thought.
“I think your cock would make me believe,” she moaned.
My blood rushed south, to the aforementioned cock.
I was practically lightheaded with desire. I thrust forward, rubbing my engorged member over her covered slit.
Her underwear was in my way. I pushed my shorts down, releasing myself into the cold air. I was less than graceful, but ithad been so long… ten fucking years since I had been inside a woman. Ten long, painful years.
I bunched the fabric of her underwear in my hand, tearing at it until it split apart. I kept it woven around my hand as I pulled her thighs up higher, placing her where she belonged. Her sweet entrance at my tip.
“Your skin is so warm,” she groaned, as her wetness coated my tip.
“Your body remembers me,” I said, pushing just a little into her.
It was easy, soft, hot… inviting.
I lowered my head until my forehead pressed against her neck. She wrapped her arms around me, her forehead in my hair. The scent of her curls - more pomegranates and berries - made me think I was in a dream. A very, very good dream.
I groaned as my body shook with the effort not to just thrust in all at once.
I knew that she’d be tight.
In ten years, she had been as alone as me. As celibate as I was. This was our reward.
No, not a reward. Not yet. It was a tease. It was a taste of what was to come. An aperitif for the main course that would be the rest of our lives as soon as she unleashed me.
Stolen moments were meant to happen in the dark. They should happen in rushed, and frantic motions, where you steal pleasure as if you are stealing fire from the Gods. Her hands went into my hair, pulling me in, wanting more from me, and I gave it all willingly. I gave to her because that was what she demanded. My sweet, sweet lover.
“Do you remember now?” I kissed her jaw as her body adjusted.
Patience was a virtue I had in spades, but still… it was hard not to give in to my animalistic desire to take, and take, and thrust until we both shook in agonized, pleasured screams.
“Yes! Yes! I remember you, I remember everything.” She threw her head back and moaned. “Sometimes I think it’s all a dream. Like I made you up.”
In and out. I slowly thrust my way in and out of her, savoring the exquisite friction of desire.
“Hugo, I’m…”
She was going to come for me. I knew it. I knew the signs as I had watched them over and over again from behind my screens. The bowing of her back, the tensing of her fingers, the way her toes curled until I felt her calves straining against my waist.
She screamed as her body clenched around me, her nails digging into my skin. I kissed her pleasure into silence, swallowing the sound like it was sustenance.
Bracing her against the wall, I did my work. Hard, fast, deep, and angry.
Angry at the world for keeping us apart. Angry at her husband for being cruel to such a treasure.
Angry at myself, for my own madness.
I released deep inside her, and I groaned in the sweet ecstasy as she held on tight, even as her relaxation took over her body as we rode down from our high.
It had been so long. Far too long. Another ten years of waiting wouldn’t work for me.
