Eve Langlais - Toxic

The desire he’d incited in me since day one raged out of control. I wanted him so badly. Needed him…now.

“Fuck me,” I panted, unable to wiggle my hips forward enough to sheath him.

He tore his lips from mine and gazed down at me with those glowing blue eyes of his and his lips quirked. “So soon. I wanted to explore you first. Taste you. Stroke you. Lick-”

I pulled on my power and rolled us so that he lay on the bottom with me straddling him. Just as quickly I seated myself in one fluid motion. I sighed in pleasure even as his hands grabbed me about the waist, his fingers digging into me as his cock twitched inside the warmth of my pussy.

“That’s better,” I purred with a wiggle.

He sucked in a breath and his grip tightened. I splayed my hands on his chest, and leaned forward slightly. I meant to take control, but Rafe fooled me yet again. Under me, pinned by my body, he should have been helpless, a victim of my lust. But instead of lying there and letting me set the pace, he took over. Caught by his hands on my waist, I could only cry out as he slid me back and forth against him, the sensual friction against my clit making my channel tighten.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and for him and him alone, I obeyed, leaning down to taste his lips. Lost in his embrace, he used my lack of attention to flip us over again, the joining of our bodies not interrupted. On the contrary, my back no sooner hit the mattress than he pushed into me even deeper, setting a fast and hard cadence with his thrusts.

I held on tight for the ride, too distracted to protest his domination of our bed play, too lost in the bliss of his steady pounding to fight for control. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my mewling cries the only encouragement I could utter.

He didn’t need my words, though. Through passion glazed eyes, I observed him-his intense eyes staring down at me, the muscles of his neck corded in strain, the sheen of sweat that glazed his perfect torso held above mine on forearms corded with strength.

The pleasure in me kept building, a coiling intensity that sat on the cusp of my orgasm. It felt so good I almost wanted to stay at that peak forever. He slowed his pace for a moment, long enough to grab my legs and push them towards my head, exposing and spreading me wide for his thrusts. In that new position, he drove into me even deeper, his pumps a steady barrage of strikes against a sensitive spot inside I’d never even known I had. I went over the edge with a scream.

I bucked and cried out as I shuddered under the waves of my orgasm, the muscles of my sex clamping tightly around him. I felt him tense up, his body giving one final thrust before stilling, and exploding inside me.

I panted, as the rapture calmed and sanity began to return. I wanted to speak, but words became lost as Rafe, still inside me, began moving again.

My body, too sensitized, squirmed.

“Enough,” I gasped. “I can’t take any more.”

“Oh, yes you can,” he informed me. He caught my hands when they would have pushed him off. He trapped them over my head and even as I struggled, I couldn’t break free. When his head dipped so his mouth could capture a nipple in his mouth, I stopped trying to buck him off. He re-ignited my desire with his mouth all the while pumping my still quivering sex with his cock. His lips sucked at my puckered bud, drawing it into his mouth which sent a jolt straight down to my cleft.

I longed to clasp his head to me, but he held me prisoner. I would have thought being trapped would have made me mad or panicked. Instead, his show of dominance excited me.

His mouth toyed with breasts, one after the other until my head thrashed. Like a signal, he suddenly stopped his torture, and even worse, removed his cock.

I opened my eyes to protest, but using that incredible strength of his before I could say anything, I found myself lying on my stomach. Then my knees.

He pulled my ass up and his thigh nudged my knees apart. Understanding what he was getting at, I braced myself on my forearms to get in a proper hands and knees position only to have a firm hand between my should blades push me back down so my backside remained in the air while my upper torso was flat to the mattress.

It occurred to me to get annoyed at his man handling of me, and wonder where the hell this alpha persona came from, but he thrust into me, and well, given it felt good, I decided to nag him about it later.

Then I decided to not nag him at all for along with his steady pumping of me, his fingers found my sensitized clit and stroked it. Intense pleasure shot through me and I found myself slamming my ass backwards in time to his thrusts, each bounce seating him deep inside.

My sexual experiences until now had consisted of a quickie where I came then left-or ate, depending on my mood. So when I felt the coiling of a second orgasm, I was surprised. I’d never imagined my body could go through that kind of tumult so quickly again. Especially considering how hard my first climax had shook me.

He worked me faster, and while his one hand stroked my nub, his other reached forward and tweaked my nipple. That did it. My climax struck, a never-ending tremble of pleasure that rocked and rolled me. And still he plowed my channel, his rapid thrusts acting as an energy source to keep my pleasure coming-and coming some more.

I went past screaming to moaning helplessly, too weak from bliss. I noticed when he finally achieved his own pleasure, just because he finally slowed his movements until he was still inside of me. His cock, though, buried inside my sex, quivered, which in turn made me tremble with aftershocks.

We collapsed sideways on the bed, our limbs tangled, our bodies sticky and for me at least, more content than I’d ever been. And surprisingly enough, without even a nibble on his flesh.

He cradled me in the warm cocoon of his arms. I’d never snuggled before and would decapitate the first person that made fun of me for enjoying it. The closeness of this act was even more bittersweet knowing that soon I’d never see him again. Even our fabulous love making wouldn’t change my stance. I wanted him safe and unfortunately, I was the furthest thing from that state as you could find.

Rafe’s hands tenderly rubbed me, an intimate act I soaked up and would remember later when despair would inevitably hit. How I wished things could be different. That we’d met hundreds of years ago and had time to enjoy each other before the approaching cataclysm. A time to indulge in the affection I’d discovered for him and the pleasure he could show me.

A chance to say, “I love you.” As soon as I heard the words spoken aloud, I slapped my hand over my run away mouth.

In seconds, I found myself flat on my back-again-with Rafe over me, his hands pulling mine above my head. I blushed at the intense expression on his face and looked away.

“Don’t hide.” Embarrassed, I ignored him. “Look at me,” he commanded in a soft tone.

I swear the man had some sort of power over me-some kind of angel mojo-because I obeyed, turning my head back to face him. Once my eyes locked onto his, I couldn’t look away.

His lips curved into a smile so sweet, it made me ache, especially knowing it was all for me, the evil hellion who was about to send him away whether he wanted to or not.

“I love you.”

I just couldn’t accept his words without a fight though. “But I’m a bloodsucking bitch.” I didn’t have the most flattering view of myself at times. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ashamed, but being with Rafe made me look at myself and see what I took pride in as flaws in his eyes.

“Yes, you are,” he stated gravely. “But diet and attitude aside, you’re also a very caring woman who has bravery in spades. I’ve never met anyone like you and I’d like to think I’m better for it.”