Page 41 of Scent of Desire
“Let’s see if you’re wet, little witch.” He sucked on my lower lip and took off my panties by ripping them on the side, losing them in the flowers.
His finger teased my folds, and I gasped, holding my breath. My shameless wetness pooled over him. A satisfied grin took hold of his lips, and he slapped my sex, making me jump against the wall. He licked the taste of me, the chaos in his eyes satiated.
“Very wet,” the Devil teased. “Just the way I want you to be. That, and red as the reminiscence of the way I own you in a way no one will ever.” He slapped my butt cheek, and desire pounded in my clit. “Red and messy with pleasure, in a way you’ll never be able to forget how I’ve possessed you every time you look at yourself in a mirror.” He pinched my nipple before sliding his finger over the valley between my breasts. “I also want your madness. Your darkness. Your obsession. Everything. Even the air you breathe.”
Our eyes sank into each other, into the darkest abyss of ourselves. For a short moment, I could read him as clear as a crystal ball, his being opening up to me like puzzle pieces coming together. I saw his pain. His needs. His cravings. His darkness, as magnificent as stars shining in the most chaotic of skies.
And I saw me.
His weakness, possessing his heart.
Taking me by the waist, he lifted me with his nonhuman strength so that my thighs rested on his shoulders and his head at the height of my sex.
“What are you doing?” I blushed, looking downward at him.
“Worshiping you, of course.” He lowered his mouth to my aching sex before kissing my crotch, his hand taking hold of my leg. “From hell to heaven.”
When his mouth closed on my clit, my fingers immediately clutched on his hair, and my gasp echoed in the hangar. The butterflies in my belly flew widely to the point they combusted in fireworks at the feel of the work of art that was his tongue.
I rolled my hips with a pulsing clit and clenching muscles. He devoured me like a spell that couldn’t be undone, creating an inferno inside me. He didn’t look away from me as my chest leaped with each of his touches.
I was drawn to the void, leaning toward it, wanting to give in to my pleasure. My eyelids fluttered, and I met his pace, spasms contracting my stomach. I lost control and let myself collapse to hit the merciless ground.
But Radcliff’s strong grip on my waist prevented me from falling, holding me firmly against the copper wall. Protective and destructive, he increased his pace, my heartbeat pounding.
Each flick of his tongue sent a firebolt over my clit, and a red jolt of lust consumed me entirely. “Rad—I… Don’t stop.”
His final note sent me to heaven as he promised, and stars clouded my vision. My orgasm arrived at full speed, in a way it couldn’t be tamed or contained. Radcliff nonetheless maintained his pace, letting my orgasm crash again and again at an intensity I couldn’t hold. My legs shook, my belly contracting, and I held on to the copper wall, short of breath.
When he pulled away, I found my breath again, and I relaxed my muscles into his hold. I was a red mess, and he was my madness.
“You’re my Devil,” I whispered. My guardian angel had traded places with the Devil. The one that was meant to match my darkness. “Perhaps we were destined to meet.”
Holding me, he made me fall into his arms, keeping me locked in his embrace. Our eyes met, our heartbeats beating in sync. I wrapped my legs around his torso, a hoard of goose bumps informing me that it was now too late to back away from the link uniting us.
“You were born for me, Lily.” He caressed away the sweaty strands of my hair that had fallen over my forehead, observing me with an intensity that made my legs go weak. “Just like I was meant for you. Now, say that you’re mine, little witch.”
“Make me,” I ordered. “Show me how black your heart is and how it beats only for me.”
I want your humanity. Your soul.
He laughed darkly and grazed his finger around my breast, a single touch that had the power to direct all my cells. “With pleasure.”
“Give me your worst, Radcliff,” I provoked him with a smile.
In the space of one breath, he slammed into me, my head hitting the cauldron at the feel of him, as if a hurricane had carried me to another world. Together, we crossed the most powerful tide to overdo the elements of nature and broke the boundaries of space and time.
My back slammed against the wall, and I bit my lower lip almost as hard as his hand squeezed my butt cheek. His other hand held me in place so he could hit the deepest part of me. Our lips sealed in a kiss that spoke thousands of dark love poems.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My mind spiraled out of control. With each of his thrusts, he stole my soul and took my heart with it. I was helpless for him, governed by my carnal need, raking my nails over his back, digging them in until he bled. He was my aphrodisiac, my own dose of destruction and madness.
His hand seized my throat, and I surrendered willingly to his possession. He nibbled on my lower lip before breaking our kiss for our breaths to increase into groans and moans. We breathed the same air, stealing each other’s, and I rocked my hips to meet his hard, merciless drives.
His strong arm wrapped against my waist still held me in place as he devoted his attention to my neck, savoring me. I felt my body vaping into thin air, as if I were a flower whose petals flew in the wind. I gave him twice the chaos that he demanded, obeying his silent orders. My hips moved to his will, and my eyes yearned to shut under the intensity. My body clenched—he was driving me to the point of madness, when pleasure couldn’t be held or tamed. I’d explode. It was too consuming. Too good. Too—
“Radcliff,” I screamed when he hit the end of me, and I felt him deep in my belly.
He palmed my breast, and my eyebrows knit together, pleasure increasing in waves. When I thought it’d be the final strikes, he decreased his pace, slow but deep. It almost hurt. That longing. That need to come.
