Page 16 of Anathema
I could feel his tongue drag along my cheek as he licked my tears up right before his lips met the shell of my ear.
“Tell me to stop, pretty viper.” He murmured, loosening his grip on my throat, and I gasped with a cough, trying to catch my breath.
My eyes widened as they adjusted to the room’s lack of light. Only one man has ever called me by that nickname, the one who gave it to me, the only man I wanted to take all of me.Derek.
Derek licked his lips, pulling his fingers from my cunt and running his hard length up and down it, coating himself in my slick need.
When he stopped and pressed the head of his rock-hard cock against me, I writhed beneath him. I wanted this. I wanted it more than anything right now. To feel Derek fucking me, hard and unforgiving. To take me as his and only his.
“What do you want, pretty viper?” He asked, his voice as smooth as silk.
“You,” I uttered, looking up into his warm brown eyes. The moonlight reflecting off of them made them seem as though they were glowing. “Please…” I begged.I fuckingbegged.
Derek sank himself inside of me, and I let out a deep, gritty moan as he filled and stretched me in the best way. His movements were slowly paced and felt like absolute bliss. I was drowning in ecstasy with the feel of his cock sliding along the walls of my cunt.
“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” He growled as he picked up his pace, moving faster, harder, and deeper. “and fucking perfect.”
Derek’s cock slid in and out effortlessly. I was more than wet for him—soaked; his scent alone could get me off if I let it.
He gripped my wrists, pressing them into the mattress beside my head, and I spread my legs even wider, allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.
My hips moved with his, and I bit down on my lip to muffle my cries of pleasure. He felt so damn good, and I was slowly being driven over the edge.
With a full deep thrust, he ground his hips into mine, rubbing up against my clit, the friction causing my nerves to spasm.
Releasing my wrists, one hand trailed to my collarbone, sliding up my neck and mouth. He dipped his thumb between my lips, and I gladly sucked on it as his other hand moved to play and tease my clit. The sensation sent shivers down my spine as I writhed under his body, my tongue playing with his thumb.
“That’s my good girl. I always know what you want and what you need. Let me in; stop resisting me.” His voice dripped sweet honey as he continued to fuck me like the good little slut I knew I was for him. “Tell me this doesn’t feel like home. Make me believe that you don’t want me to sink myself between your thighs every chance I get.”
I whimpered at his words as my climax soared to a new height. I needed him more than the air I breathed. Who was I kidding anymore? There was a piece of me that belonged to him, whether I acknowledged it or not, and every shred of dignity I had fell to the wayside the moment his cock entered me.
“Come for me, pretty viper. Let me feel how tight this cunt can get.” He breathed, and my body followed through. I squeezed my eyes shut, seeing stars as my release swallowed me whole. My skin buzzed from the high as a huge weight had lifted from me.
While catching my breath, I opened my eyes to find that Derek was gone, and I was alone in my bed.
I sat up, searching the dark room.
No one was here, and there was no sign of anyone ever being in the bed with me. I looked down to find my underwear and sheets soaked, my hand dripping with my cum.
I swallowed a dry lump that had built in my throat as my eyes moved to the empty doorway.
What the fuck was that?
Chapter 7
Alexis
Ittookmeoveran hour to fall back asleep last night, tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable and slow my racing mind. I don’t know which was more embarrassing, the fact that I pleasured myself in my sleep or that I got off on the thought of Derek breaking into my apartment and taking advantage of me.
Staring up at the ceiling, I ran my fingers through my matted hair and tugged at the strands.This was fucking ridiculous.
I kicked the duvet off of me and stormed into the bathroom to shower. Derek wasn’t even here and still managed to put me in a pissy mood.
I showered—aggressively—and then changed into a simple outfit of yoga shorts and a T-shirt.
When I entered the kitchen, I noticed a new vase of black roses sitting in the middle of the island counter and another red envelope leaning against it.
That wasn’t there when I got home last night…
