Page 32 of Scent of Desire
“To what point?” she teased, her eyes shining with her witchcraft.
“The most terrible part of hell.”
I unfastened her corset, dropped her dress to the floor. The lights in my office flickered, their color impregnating the passionate red of our demons chanting together. I turned her over, making her naked chest collide against the cold glass.
She gasped, her two palms sticking on the window. “Is that your worst?”
I slapped her ass, making her jump and moan against the glass again. I pulled her thong up, and her back arched in reply, her butt caressing my cock.
“Silence, flower goddess, or else I’ll have to shut you up with these panties of yours. Or worse, I’ll stop.” I would not stop. I couldn’t. I was too deep in my desire for her to back away.
She nodded, and I slapped her other ass cheek. The sound of my hand clapping into her made a red jolt of lust head straight to my cock. Her cheek collided with the window, and I ran my hand between her legs, feeling how wet my little witch was.
“You’re so fucking wet. Is this turning you on?” I grabbed her pussy, and that moan of hers was so delicious. “Do you want me to slap your pussy too?”
Her cheek reddened in a way I had guessed a secret she didn’t wish to share—as if she could hide anything from me. Iknewwhat was inside her soul.
“I want you to say it,” I murmured. “After all, you’ve been bad today. You sucked your first”—and last—“cock.”
She parted her legs in reply, her wetness pooling over my hand as I caressed her through her panties. I licked my lips, the desire to taste her juices and drive inside of her stronger than anything.
“Yes, I want you to,” she gasped. “Please.”
I pulled aside her panties, and she clenched her hip forward to feel my touch. My dick was agonizing with all this teasing. I gave a little slap on her pussy, and she threw her head back, biting her lip to keep her from screaming. She rolled her hips again, demanding more punishment, her juices spreading on my window. I gave another slap to her clit. And again. She tucked her stomach in, her legs shaking as a smile spread across her face.
Her regal darkness matched mine.
I switched aside to get a better view of her butt from above, and I pulled away the strands of hair hiding her beautiful face. I took off my tie and smacked her butt cheek with it. Her hot breath created a cloud of mist, and when her angelic eyes fell upon my devil ones with a vivid glow, I did it again. Only I could bring that delicious wickedness inside of her. Only I could corrupt the light in her. Only with her, I became human.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I admitted in my agony. I couldn’t wait anymore.
The moment I slammed into her, it seemed that a torrent of lava had dragged me with it in its fall. I was no longer a master of anything. My mouth lingered on her nape, overdoing it like a thirsty vampire. The room was a sauna, ripping my scars apart and tearing my skin.
Her butt against my cock made me drive harder inside her. She pressed her cheek against the window harder, and I gripped her waist on each side to hold back my monstrous urges. Her heartbeat pounded in her throat, her eyebrows slanting inward in pleasure. My ugliness adored her the only way it knew how to, mercilessly and possessively.
She bent further, the trace of her fingers descending on the glass. I thrust inside her in all my brutality, keeping her at my mercy. I yielded to taking everything from her. For her soul and heart to be exclusively mine. For every inch of her goddess body to be mine to cherish, consume, and abuse.
“Radcliff, I—” she moaned, her legs shaking and her strength vanishing from her.
I hooked an arm around her and brought her to my desk. She sat on it and wrapped her legs around my hips instinctively as if she, too, could read my primal thoughts. Our lips sealed in a kiss that drew me to her by an invisible force. Perhaps darkness had bound us together.
I grabbed her breast with my palm and lowered my mouth to it, sucking, licking, and nibbling on her nipple. She craned her neck with pleasure while I worshipped her the way she should be.
I retracted with a pinch on her nipple and gave it a light slap. She lay down on her back, and she raised her arms to grab the end of the desk behind her, offering me a sumptuous view of all of her beauty, from her perfectly rounded breasts to the curves of her hips. Her cheeks were crimson—as red as her ass cheeks—contrasting with that golden skin of hers. My breath was ragged. I felt my heart darkening even more, each of my scars burning under my skin.
Entering her sacred walls again, I put her legs on my shoulders and kissed her ankles. I hit the end of her, slow but deep, until I was sure she’d feel me in her stomach. Her grip tightened on the desk, her back arching.
I increased my pace, and she spread her legs wider, dropping them a bit below my shoulders. That view was enough to unleash my hell. My thumb on her clit, I locked eyes with that goddess, driving my merciless thrusts deeper, faster, harder inside her. My other hand kept her in place as she sucked in her stomach, her breathing heaving.
She released her hands from the desk to cover mine, digging her fingers into my grip. Her brows slanted inward until her orgasm consumed her whole, to the point that she tried to push me away from inside her.
A bolt of fire ignited me as I watched her surrender to her impulses in all her beauty. I broke against her wave, hitting deep inside her one last time, my orgasm crashing brutally with a low growl.
I hit the desk with my palms, towering on top of her. My breathing was animalistic and beastly, as if I had hunted my prey for long hours. Drops of sweat slid down my forehead. I was a bloodred-eyed monster, and she was the fallen goddess. She grazed her fingers from my biceps to my torso, not keeping her sunny eyes that set me aflame away from me.
She smiled then, one that was half-sweet and loving. The gracious one she’d give when she was talking about perfume.
But it also twitched with something else. Something malicious, sharp, and dark.
