Page 77 of An Unexpected Ascension
It’s the alcohol.
It's the angel shivering with want before me.
It’s Hell.
It’s everything except my desperate desire to know what she feels like from the inside. To know how tightly she grips me, sucks me in and uses me.
But what is Hell without making bad choices and regretting them later?
It’s what I tell myself as I unbutton her jeans and slide them down her slim legs. It’s what I convince myself when I push her naked body against my mattress where no other has ever been. It’s what I pretend when her trembling fingers strip me bare and trail hesitantly down my chest.
Her body cradles mine as I hover above her, my hips spreading her thighs wide. My cock weeps with yearning, bobbing against the mound of her sex as I leave a bruising path of kisses down her torso. Stopping at each breast to cherish her perfectly budding nipples.
Those soft moans fill the silence.
“This... this feels... I don’t like it.” She pants.
“No?” I smile against the inside of her thigh.
She shakes her head, her hair splayed along the pillow. A dangerous desire reflects in those glassy green eyes of hers, daring me to continue. The scent of her arousal a contradiction to her very words.
I drag my tongue along her center, tasting her. A gasp sounds loudly as her head tips back while I tease her with my mouth.
“It’s too much.” She chokes. “Too intimate.”
I add a finger, curling and pumping, eliciting more of those beautiful sounds.
By the time I add a second, she’s gripping a fistful of my hair, yanking me up. Her eyes, wild and wanton, meet mine. The flush in her cheeks works its way down her neck and chest beneath the kissed bruises already marring her pale skin.
“You’re not a lover. I don’t want you like this. Now fuck me like we’re in Hell.”
“You want Hell?” I tease, licking my lips and savoring her flavor.
I crawl up her body, lowering my face to hers. My mouth descends, her lips smashing together to keep me out, but I pry her open. My tongue sweeps insides, leaving her to swallow her own essence.
“You don’t want me to stare into your eyes while I ease my way inside of you?” My cock nudges her entrance.
She whimpers but shakes her head in denial.
“You don’t want me to caress the side of your face asking if you’re okay?” Her body swallows my tip, clenching so tightly around me as my fingers flutter over the flush in her cheek.
Despite her claims, she holds my gaze as I slowly push into her, spreading her open for me.
“You say you don’t want this, then this can be your Hell.”
“NO—”
I devour her words with a brutal kiss as my cock fills her completely.
I thrust in slow pulses, allowing her to adjust. Her body shakes,her nails clawing at my skin leaving trails of pebbled blood while I fuck her mouth with my tongue and make love to her body.
She hates every moment of our joining, hates how gentle I am being, how sweetly I thrust into her. I want her to hate this, I want her to wake up in the morning and regret every moment because I know I will.
Her mouth tears from mine and she gasps for breath as if I’ve stolen it right from her. Her eyes swirl with insanity, wanting so badly to hate every moment, but loving it all the same. Before I have a chance to catch her, that palm of hers is striking the side of my face. There’s a sting against my skin while my balls tighten.
“Hit me back,” she growls, my fist tightening around her wrist.
I dip my face again, my mouth flush against hers, tasting her anger. Though her words deny how badly she wants this, her hips meet me thrust for slow, antagonizing thrust. When I refuse her demand, her teeth grip onto my lower lip, clenching as hard as she can, piercing the flesh.
