Page 12 of Game of Hell
I can imagine the soft skin there bruising easily from my touch, turning from a pale white to a dark crimson. I bring my hand up to grab one. The generosity of them overflowing in soft puddles.
She breathes out and watches the way I caress her nipple through the thin leathers.
“What have I told you about that filthy mouth of yours, Little Devil.” I say as I lower my mouth to her nipple. I lightly spin my tongue around the small areola. Her skin burns underneath the fabric.
“Y–you can’t touch me like that.” She softly moans and her squirming comes to a halt.
Her frantic eyes search for mine, pleasure and need coursing through them. I keep her wrists in my other hand and trace my free one down her body, right to her lower stomach. Her eyes flutter at the contact and a blush creeps up her neck and to her rounded ears.
“Don’t you want it?” I whisper against the exposed skin above her breasts. She shivers beneath me and her mouth opens as if she wants to speak but seals shut.
“Wouldn’t you like to be touched by a monster—see how it feels to have me at your mercy, grazing your innocent skin?” I murmur and place a soft kiss on her neck.
I feather more across her shoulder and up to her jawline, until my lips hover over hers. She’s deadly silent. Her skin buzzes under mine and her back arches off the bed.
“Hmm?” I lightly peck her lips. She tastes of dark sins, much more carnal than I expected. I want to go back in for another taste but resist.
“I don’t–” Her voice breaks as she speaks. Her darkest desires eat her alive.
I want to make them true. I want to be the one who makes them come alive and leave her begging me for more. I know there's a dirty little slut buried deep underneath this facade.
“Tell me the truth, Little Devil. I can give you what you want, just utter the words.” I bite the part of her breast that's overflowing from her corset and push my thumb against her clit. The bud feels nonexistent through her bodysuit.
“I don’t know…w–what I want.” She whispers, but her eyes plead for me to give her more. To touch her ruthlessly in all the wrong places and not give a damn tomorrow.
I rub my thumb against her clit and slowly let go of her wrists. She doesn’t move them, too distracted in the way I feel on her. I pull down the top of her suit. The tight leathers pinch against the bottom of her skin, making the swell of her breasts look even bigger. I take in the sight of her pink nipples. They’re the perfect shape and size. The sweet scent of her engulfs me as I lean down and take the naked skin in my mouth. She tastes much better than I could have ever guessed—vanilla warms me as I bite down.
She moans and the sound drives me fucking delirious. I don’t understand why she wants to ignore the tension between us, why she denies my touch.
I savagely pull at her jumpsuit.
“Beg me.” I growl and pull it down her thin legs.
If she doesn’t want to talk I’ll make her.
I notice she doesn’t have any underwear on. Her old ones probably left in the bathroom, which I’ll be grabbing before we leave this room.
“W–what?” She stutters.
I look up at her through my hair. Her blue eyes connect with mine and I nearly groan at the sight of her. She looks beautiful. Her features are so delicate, like a fresh flower blooming on a sunny day, and I can see myself ruining that—withering that pretty little flower until it only bends for me.
I lightly press my finger to her soaked clit. The area is so wet my finger easily circles her.
“Beg, Little Devil, or I’ll stop.” I bite down on her stomach, leaving the skin a beautiful red. I pepper the spot with soft kisses and lick the area to soothe it.
“Please, touch me.” She whispers. The only thing you can hear in the room is our ragged breathing and her sweet moans.
I push a finger into her and rub my thumb across her swollen clit. Her juices soak my fingers, my entire hand glistening with her.
“Louder, Little Devil. I want to hear youscream.”I pump in and out of her faster, flicking and curving my finger just right. Her walls tighten around me and I force another finger in. She takes them, never stopping me and her moans get louder the closer she gets.
“Please, fuck, please touch me.” She yells, her voice breaking with moans.
I run my hand up her body, fondling her breasts, remembering every curve of her body, and tasting her skin. She’s made for me. Every part of her screams and aches for me. Herbody convulses under me and I could give zero fucks about her cursing. Her sweet tongue makes it sound sexy.
I bite along her torso, breaking the skin in several spots and gulping the sweet blood down. Everything about her tastes divine.
“Such a good fucking girl.” I laugh tauntingly, the sound is grating and loud. She finally begins to move her hands and swoops down to my jeans.
