Page 35 of Shattered Souls

I sink down to my knees and slowly lift the hem of her dress up.

PROMISE

She’s breathless once more as I expose the plane of her stomach and place a gentle kiss to the silky skin. I pull the material over her head and toss it somewhere by my muzzle—too lost in the look of her to acknowledge its landing. I help her step out of the stockings until she’s in nothing more than a pair of underwear and a thin bra.

“When you kissed me,” She sits back on the bed. “If those people didn’t come down the hall—what would you’ve done?”

I have to swallow the nervousness in my chest before I lift my hand to answer her.

MORE

The truth is, I haven’t had sex since I was pretty young. I want her more than I want the air I need to survive. But I’m nervous to fuck any of this up. I want to slam her against a wall and drive my cock into her until she’s begging me to let her come. But, I also want to lay her on this bed and worship her body like the gift from god that she is.

She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

YOU NERVOUS LITTLE SCARECROW?

She’s patient as I take the time to finger spell to her.

“Yes,” She doesn’t lie.

WHY?

I brace my arms on the bed, caging her hips in.

“Because I liked it. And I shouldn’t.” I bring my mouth closer to her neck just as I did inside The Dollmaker. She tilts her head to the side. I don’t need more invitation.

I kiss her skin and feel that same humming life force under my lips. I crawl onto the bed, pushing her down into the mattress, one of my hands grabbing the small of her waist.

I move my knees and nudge her legs open. She spreads herself for me, even going the extra mile to wrap her legs around me, and pulls me flush with her. I bring my mouth to her collarbone and pepper the protruding bone with small bites.

“Please, I need this—even if only this once.” Her nails trail across my scalp sending shivers down my spine. My hands turn greedy as I paw at the thin material that separates me from those perfect tits.

I pull one of them out and clasp my mouth around the hardened peak. I swirl my tongue around and let her soft moan feed the beast brewing in my chest. My teeth clamp down on her nipple while my other hand finds the neglected one and pinches it. Her back arches into me and her hands grip the sheets.

I sit her up just enough to reach behind her and unclasp the bra and move it away from her. I come back up to kiss her once more, and her hands roam my back as my tongue roams her mouth with a newfound curiosity.

I move one of my hands down her stomach and slip it under the band of her panties. She’s soaked and ready for me. I dip a finger into her wetness and swallow the moan she releases into my mouth. I let her come up for air while moving my finger slowly in and out of her.

“More, please.” Her hips rock with my hand, searching for more, pleading. “Please, I need you in me.”

My cock has been pressed against the confines of my pants since I kissed her in the haunted house. If she’s going to beg me to sink myself into her—who am I to deny a goddess her wish?

I straighten myself and hook my thumbs into my pants before pushing them down to my thighs. She mirrors my action and slips her panties off. With feline grace, she moves to her knees and trails a hand down the contours of my abdomen, finger swirling in the tacky fake blood. Her eyes admire the muscles in a way that almost makes me think she sees me as a god just the same.

I’ve had women throw themselves at me ever since we started here at Shattered Souls. But no one has ever touched me or looked at me like I was more than just some object to use.

But her—she leans in and traces the pad of her tongue down the center of my stomach, not caring about the fake blood still painted on my skin. Her soft hands wrap around the base of my cock and slowly glide up to the tip, thumb swirling the bead of moisture collecting. My hips buck into her hand at the sensation.

“Hmm,” She hums in approval. With her hand now slowly stroking me, she brings her mouth to my neck and gives me everything and more of what I just gave her. I thought I was in control here. I thought I’d take her and do what I pleased.

But with her hand around me and her mouth on my neck—I’d gladly end it all here, or even let her go if she just asked me. She has no idea how much control she’s holding—and no idea how much more I’m willing to give.

She lays back down and lines the head of my cock up with her entrance, coating me in her arousal. I place a hand next to her hip and guide myself deeper into her.

She watches, propped up on her elbows, as our bodies become flush. I hiss and try to hold back the orgasm already building at the base of my spine. But, fuck, she feels amazing.

“Oh my god.” She moans into the roam. Her cheeks are flush and her eyes hooded. I withdraw from her, bring my thumb to her clit and circle it slowly before pushing my hips forward again.