Page 8 of Kings of Lust
‘Ferris, you know about-’
‘The other deals. I know.’ I’m wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but it seemed that I couldn’t even finish off a sentence. ‘I’m not talking about you beingonlymine, but I am talking about you being mine... Complete control of you.’
‘I don’t understand...’
‘Hmm, you’re confused,’ he let a devilish grin set on his lips as he approached me, with long steps heading to where I was standing until his arms were wrapping their warmth around me. ‘Like this.’ His lips fell to find mine as that damn spell he mastered so well was sewing itself around the dim-lit space.
He was searching for something within me as his tongue ravaged my mouth in a mesmerizing rhythm. He was searching for an answer, only I wasn’t exactly sure of the question. Instead of trying to figure it out, I decided to ask one of my own ‘Does that mean ayes?’ I managed to choke the words out under the fierce effect of his touch.
‘Does this mean ayes?’ He threw back the same question, waiting for the confirmation of mebeing his, while one of his hands fell on the side of my body, skimming every inch of my dress.
I wished I lived in a universe where there would be no questions and no answers, just passionate gestures to get us melting onto one another. Though the reality was so different from my desires.
It was just another part of the deal.
Ferris made what could have beenlove,a part of the deal, ripping the emotions out of the night, and leaving me with the only answer I could provide him in my attempt to achieve the impossible ‘Yes.’
‘Then so be it,’ he spoke, catching my bottom lip between his own, biting on it so roughly that the sharp pain spread around my body like the sweetest torture.
It was happening. The wheels of the master plan were set in motion, though in that specific moment, I was becoming much more interested in a totally different kind ofwheels set in motion.
Yes, I hatedhowandwhywe ended up there, but my body seemed to love the end result, shivering from the sensation of his hands roaming my skin provoked.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I misunderstood his reactions, as the heartless man I had found when initially entering the room was burning now with the passion of a thousand suns.
Our tongues began fighting in a war of untamed lust, allowing the emotions to rule over judgment, as Ferris was doing just what he promised.
He was controlling me.
Blinding me.
Consuming me.
Destroying me.
Although his palms seemed incapable to stop from roaming all over my body, my clothes miraculously managed to stay on even more than a few minutes after he received his answer.
On the other hand, his shirt didn’t seem to be that lucky. The instant I felt him trying to dispose of it, I helped him tug it over his head, then made it fly somewhere across the room. It wouldn’t have been nice of me to let him struggle all alone, would it? Especially as that intriguing map of inked skin was waiting so eagerly for me to explore.
Every inch of him was pure fascination, and the way his defined muscles were shining, caressed by the orange flames was making a small squeak escape my lips. It was somewhere between excitement, happiness, and total despair, only thinking about what a man like him could do to me.
Despite my ardor, he was acting stranger than ever before, alternating fuming passion with
moments of total stillness. It tested both his limits and mine altogether, driving me to the point that I thought I was utterly insane. It was like he was forcing himself to stop feeling, purposely trying to shut himself down while his body was screaming with desire.
But why?
Why did he want to deny himself of this pleasure when I’d felt him burning with me just moments before?
‘Is everything ok?’ It seemed I had to ask the question too often around him, every time fooling myself that everything is fine.
‘Yes... I just got an idea,’ he whispered with a vibe so sexual that made my skin crawl at the presumptions of what hisideacould be.
I was spared of the torment of waiting since it seemed it was something that couldn’t wait for a second longer from being put to practice. Before I could even take a guess, I was floating towards the bed, with my legs tightly wrapped around his waist as theinnocentpart of our evening had come to an end.
It wasn’t long before my body was grinding instinctually against the sheets, trying to resist the fierce sensations that were coming to life in that aching zone between my thighs as he occupied his rightful place, hovering above me.
