Page 9 of Roses for the Damned

Chest heaving, heart pounding, she could only stand there, Gabriel’s skillful hands roaming across her stomach, the last of the ties coming undone. Slowly, as if afraid he might send her running for the hills screaming, his fingers brushed her bare shoulders, lowering the simple straps over her arms.

His touch was like velvet, smooth yet firm, her skin pebbling as he rolled down the fabric. Lower and lower it went, over her breasts and hips, until her dress finally landed in a pool by her feet, leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Taking a step back, he appraised her, his gaze heavy, sweeping hungrily over her flesh.

Her nipples hardened, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her pulse skyrocketed when he groaned, fists clenching wildly at his sides. He was clearly very aroused, his massive cock at full mast now, standing erect like an arrow, pointing directly at her. She inspected him, for the first time noticing that his shaft wasn’t at all smooth like those of human’s, but instead was entirely covered in multiple marble sized protrusions that jutted from just below the head, reaching all the way to its base.

She licked her lips, squeezing her thighs together as she imagined what a cock like that would feel like inside of her.

“Lie down on your stomach, little dove.”

A moment later, she was sprawled across his mattress, her head resting on an oversized ivory down pillow, the intoxicating aroma of pine, wood, and earth hitting her like a drug. She inhaled, savoring his delicious scent.

“Do you trust me?” he asked again, hovering above her.

“Yes.” And she did. Inexplicably so.

A weight settled behind her as he straddled her thighs. “I am going to rub some salve into your wounds now, it might sting a bit.”

“I can take it.”

A low chuckle erupted behind her, flaming her desire even more. “I bet you can.” His voice was pure sin, dripping with sex and filthy promises.

Fireworks exploded in her gut, her pussy clenching violently, slick shamelessly streaming out of her. It took all of her self-restraint to not start moaning.

An oil of sorts was poured onto her back, so cold to the touch that she was sure her overheated body was sizzling beneath it.

Scooting up, he rested behind the curve of her ass, his legs locking her in position on the bed. Slowly, he worked the oil into her skin, rubbing it gently at first until she got accustomed to the sting, then more firmly, until all she could feel were Gabriel’s skillful hands roaming greedily over her flesh. From her neck to the small of her back, back and forth, in long, fluid motions.

It was torture, the sweetest fucking agony, her clit swollen beyond belief, pulsing as his body pressed her into the mattress. She moaned then, her restraint snapping, the image of him spreading her legs wide and piercing her imprinting itself into her mind.

He froze, his hands on the small of her back. “Rose,” he warned, voice strained, as if clenching his jaw.

“Make me forget.” She wanted Florent’s touch erased from her body, wanted the memory of that horrid night to be replaced with something good, something that she chose freely for herself, without being forced into it by Madame or by vile men. “Please, Gabriel. I need to forget.”

A moment of absolute stillness passed, Rose doubting herself and whether she had misread Gabriel’s body language. For all she knew, his species could always have a hard on, it might not have anything to do with her. Perhaps he thought her deranged for wanting this after what she had endured.

Before she could open her mouth and change her mind, his hands resumed their path, oiling the globes of her ass in deliciously firm strokes. His grip increased, spreading her cheeks out wide. Fingers swept in between, oiling the flesh, drizzling it over her pucker. She gasped as his claws ever so slightly grazed her hole.

“I won’t fuck you, Rose,” he rasped, hands overflowing with her ripe ass as he played with it. “Not tonight.”

“Please,” her back arched as his hold increased, “please.” She had never been so aroused in her entire life and he was barely touching her.

He spread her ass again, pouring a fresh load of oil in between as he positioned himself behind her. “No,” then nestled his monster cock in between her cheeks, his thick shaft covering the entire length of it. His engorged head peeked out on the other side, precum already leaking down onto her back.

“Gabriel,” she moaned as he began to move, rubbing his ribbed dick in between, pressing her cheeks firmly together so that they formed a cavity that he could fuck.

“You are still too weak to take my cock,” he groaned, increasing his pace, “The things that I plan on doing to you will need all your strength, little dove. I will not settle for anything less.”

“Oh, God!” she cried out, his motions rubbing her clit against the covers underneath, sending ripples of bliss straight to her core.

“God has nothing to do with this, sweet human.” His chest lowered until he was lying on top of her, pressing her even further into the mattress. “I want you screaming my name when you come.” Powerful thighs spread on each side of her body, his full weight settling on her as he continued to rub his dick.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.” A fresh load of moisture gushed out of her, drenching the bed.

His tail wrapped around her throat, maneuvering it until her head was tilted to the side. Their gazes locked, their breaths mixing as they panted in unison.

“You’re addictive,” lips grazed her mouth, “fucking intoxicating. The scent of your pussy is driving me insane.” He inhaled, shuddering. “I want to tie you to my cock, carry you around on it while you impale yourself mindlessly.” He licked her lips, groaning, then dove in when she parted for him. Their tongues clashed, ravishing each other like hungry beasts.

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