Page 17 of Dead Love
Keeping her eyes trained on mine, she slipped the comforter down past her hips until it rested at the foot of the bed. Her legs were bare, a few black and brown beauty marks speckled her thighs. The space between her thighs was a damp pink. The silk shimmered against her skin, curving against her thin breasts.
“What do you want, Kora?” I asked.
Her lips quivered at the thought. “I don’t know.”
“Lies,” I growled. “Tell me something real.”
I touched her chin, rubbing a finger across her cheek, staring at her plump red lips, swollen as if she bit them while she sobbed, too lost in thought to give herself true relief. The urge to make her entire body swell with that tenderness burned inside of me, making me ache with resentment at her untouched existence. Full of lust to ruin her.
“Are you a virgin, Kora?”
I dragged a finger across her lips. She shivered. I dragged my hands down, caressing her bare shoulders, her arms, then grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Spreading her. Then I skimmed her thighs with my fingertips.
Her lack of an answer was all I needed.
“Take off your underwear.”
She slowly slid them off, her cheeks red, her eyes on me the entire time. My cock hardened as I watched her. Her hesitant movements. So unsure of herself.
“Spread yourself for me.”
She widened her legs, pushing her breasts forward, then hunched her shoulders, unsure of herself. I took both of her hands, arranging them so that she pulled apart her lips, showing off that beaded clit, glistening with desire.
She was an incredible sight. I kept my eyes on her pussy for a moment longer, salivating, then focused on her dilated pupils.
“You could order me to leave,” I said, my voice full of gravel. “You could even scream. You could yell to your mother that a stranger broke into your bedroom. But you haven’t done any of that, have you, Kora?” Her eyes flicked away, but I grabbed her chin, pinching her tight, forcing her to look at me. “No one is stopping you. Scream all you want. I dare you.”
But she didn’t move. Her breath caught in her throat.
“No?” I grinned to myself, and she gave a subtle shake of her head. She wanted me here then, just like I thought. “Show me how you touch yourself.”
She blushed, her mouth open and panting. Her fingernails dug into her pussy lips, trying to suppress her nerves.
I laughed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before.”
She shook her head, gazing down at the bed underneath her. My cock swelled with heat.
“I’m going to show you, then,” I leaned down, lowering my voice so that my words brushed along her collarbone, “Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Her cheeks burned red, and I moved her hand, pressing a finger along her lips, making her touch her own wetness. “You’re a smart girl, aren’t you, flower? You know what this means.” I moved her slick hand across her clit. She shuddered, so damn sensitive it was maddening. “I want you to touch here,” I said calmly, “with this hand. And with the other?” I moved her other hand to her pussy lips. “Press a finger inside. See how it feels. Try moving it. Slowly.”
She opened her mouth, her body quaking with need, her breathing quickened, and she pressed into herself. I bent in closer to her neck, dragging my teeth against her throat, and she whimpered, the cry so sweet and full of surrender that my cock jerked in my pants, begging to be shoved down her little mouth. I inched my hands closer to her delicate pussy and her hips writhed, begging for more. I wanted her. There was no doubt about that. She was feminine putty, melting to my touch, desperate for more. How could anyone resist someone so pure,so innocent,knowing exactly the kind of pleasure and pain that would ruin their very beliefs about themselves? My cock tingled with aggression, knowing that I would destroy her, ruining everything her mother and father had hoped to protect, creating my own version of her in her ashes.
But not tonight. When they were all distracted by the others that were dying,that’swhen I would take Kora for myself.
Tonight, I’d make Kora desire her own destruction.
Her mouth quivered, hungry with lust, and I bent down, my eyes heavy, breathing on her lips, about to touch her.
“Flower,” I said, “You want me to take you right here, right now, don’t you?”
The glazed look in her eyes told me she had no idea what that meant, but she wet her lips and waited for me.
“Beg me,” I growled. She blinked rapidly. “Go on. Tell me what you want. Make me believe you.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
