Page 77 of The Book of Kings

She was panicking, trying to fight me to pull back. Yet all she was doing was increasing the intensity of every sensation I felt. My lips were hungrier than before, whilst my hands clenched on her body with insatiable lust.

I wanted her to realize how good it felt not knowing whether you live or die, how being at the mercy of faith increases each sensation, mixing pleasure with pain at unbearable limits.

She was almost completely off the edge when her cries and tears were beckoning in the back of my mind, ‘Ferris! I said, stop.’ She was digging her fingernails deep into my shoulders, letting our blanket slip, breaking at the same time our warm shelter. ‘Ferris,’ she shouted as I was drifting off, thinking of ways to satisfy my primal fantasies.

Suddenly I felt her push back, making me lose my balance and taking her with me as I fell to the floor.

She ended up on top of me. Strange how things resolved themselves and I got her right where I wanted.

However, I was never the one who excelled in not being in full control.

‘You don’t trust me.’ I smiled, turning her back to the floor so I could gain the top position. ‘You will always be safe with me.’ I might have been mad but I still needed her around to keep that flickering hope that I could ever be healed.

I couldn’t help myself from kissing her again, unhurriedly this time around, trying to figure out ways to stop her from leaving. She feared me, but deep down I knew she loved the undeniable thrill vibrating within both of our bodies.

‘It’s ok... It’s ok, Bea.’ My voice went on repeat as I was trying to convince her that she was safe with me. The truth was, I wasn’t sure myself that things would ever be okay. Still, that didn’t make me hold back from trying to stop the crystal tears that were slowly blooming on her face.

We stayed there for hours as I was trying to kiss her pain away, even though I knew such a result wasn’t possible.

The coldness of the night finally got to us. As my hands were roaming her breasts, I could feel her skin getting cooler, despite mysustainedefforts to warm her up.

‘You’re cold.’ I closed a few of her buttons back together, ‘Let’s get you inside.’ I escorted her back to the room, helping her take a seat in front of the fireplace.

The image of her standing there did something to me. It was igniting the last unawakened cell in my heart, getting my blood to boil with just the thought of our bodies combined.

I couldn’t accompany her in front of the dancing flames — at least not at that time, so as soon as I brought her a blanket to warm herself, I took a seat on the couch.

‘You’re not joining me here?’ She asked, as my location was quickly noticed.

‘If I was to join you right now, there would be a 99% chance that I would break my promise.’ I needed a short break from the way my mind functioned while around her. Still, I couldn’t let the entire night go to waste. ‘Don’t worry; we will be sharing the bed tonight.’

‘Is that a threat?’ She was still flirting with me, despite the way I had acted. That only meant that the deal was much more important to her than I had imagined.

‘Only for the weak of heart. I see it as a challenge.’ And all my dark thoughts were gathering to make that certain challenge as exciting as our deal would allow.

I sat there for long minutes, trying to control my wicked nature from surfacing. That was until I noticed her letting go of the blanket! ‘Is it better now?’ I asked wanting to know if she finally warmed up, or more likely, I was eager to warm her up.

‘Yes,’ She smiled so seductively as if the moon was gleaming on her lips.

It was setting the grounds for the show to begin, and she was the main protagonist, ‘Bea, I need you to do as I say. Think you can handle that?’

‘Yes,’ She answered as she raised to her feet, totally unaware of what I was preparing.

‘Ok....take off your shirt.’ My voice was calm but demanding. I was asking her to be a part of my fantasies, but most of all I was indirectly asking her to break her principles, and give herself to me.

The material soon fell to the ground.

It wasn’t enough, ‘Now, your skirt.’

She knew she couldn’t deny me and made no effort of doing that. The skirt became history.

‘Perfect, now get on the bed.’ Bea needed to push her limits to survive me, and I was just guiding her first steps into a world of sin.

Embarrassment was becoming the word ruling over her mind. I could see it in every one of her awkward gestures, especially in the way she was trying to hide herself between the sheets.

Her clumsiness was exciting me even more, but I needed to keep my distance, at least for a little while longer.

‘You’re doing great, Bea. I’ll be there shortly, but I need you to do something for me first.’ From the distressed look in her eyes, she sensed incoming trouble, although there was nothing she could do about it. ‘Put one of your hands over your navel.’

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