18 18. Thrust. (2/2)
He wanted her plain simple; every fibre of her being, every inch, every turn, every every. He wanted her like he had never wanted anything before and he kissed her like he never thought he could. He was pulling out her soul and matching it with his, drawing strength from her every breath.
When she closed her eyes to feel his touch all over her body she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolf like sharpness, his teeth sank into her neck. The pain exploding with pleasure.
He was careful not to go too deep. Even in his wave of pleasure he was scared not to mark her. If he did, then he would be bound to her and he didn't want to be bound to anyone. His mother was bound to his father and it led to her misery which eventually led to her death. No one could be trusted.
She moaned out loving the pain that exploded in her as an effect of his bite. Her moan became his summon. He kissed her deeply and more ravishingly than before. He wanted to tear her apart and fix himself in her.
He tore her shirt, her undies following suit in fast movement. He didn't let go of her and neither did she.
Their lips stayed together like conjoined twins, conjoined till he was on top of her his full length positioned in her core and her boobs in his full view.
She was beautiful to him, so beautiful he could call her Luna and build her an altar.
She wanted to kiss him forever and ever. She blocked out all thought about what this was, what it might mean and what further mess she might create for herself by sleeping with a being whose humanity she couldn't vouch for but there was no turning back for her now, she realized, she was already in too deep. It was no longer about escaping for her, she needed him as much as he did her.
She dammed all fears and kissed him until she could no longer reason and she became a living pulse, conscious only of what she wanted to do to him, of how much she wanted him.
She would escape, she would run, but first she had to give into this burning passion that threatened to envelop her and drain her of life.
She felt that her life would end if she didn't give in to it. If she didn't have him In her she might never want another. She might never desire another. She was that passionate for him.
He entered into her, first slowly waiting till her eyes gave him permission to move and he moved with a rhythm both of them understood like they had been singing it's tunes since their conception. Her small gasp turned into moans of undeniable pleasure.
He thrust into her continuously until they both came undone and then she rolled on top him and rode him like a horse. Her hands were on his hair the entire time and her lips didn't leave his. She was finding out that this stranger did give her immense pleasure.