“No.” I shake my head. “No, darlin’, Iamthe devil.”
I’m on her in an instant, before she can back up and scramble down that ladder. I bury my hand in her hair, brutally tugging her face back, baring her neck to me. I crush my mouth to hers, plundering her lips so brutally that she cries out and moans at the same time. I eat her cries and swallow her moans. I suck at her lips so hard that I bruise them, nip her so that I draw blood. I trail my tongue over the salty, coppery wound, growling low in my throat.
She whimpers again and her head falls back into my hand, the delicious pale column of her neck exposed fully. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I bite her there, sink my teeth in deep below her earlobe until she mewls out her pleasure. I suckle at the sting, bruising her delicate skin, leaving the marks of my passion on her in a muted red.
I drop my head, gripping her hard around the hips and she responds eagerly, slamming them into my hands. I claim her breast right through the cotton of her t-shirt, suckle her until the fabric is truly translucent and the tight hard bud below is straining for me. Her animal groans fill up the attic. They tear through me, filling up my empty soul. This is what I needed. All these years… she’s what I needed. She’s more powerful and heady than any drug. I tried so hard to fuckingsave myself and now she’s here, and with a single touch, those jagged holes inside me start to knit themselves up. I felt it that night in the hall. I felt it yesterday. I feel it fuckingnow.
“Want you so fucking bad,” I groan as I take her other breast into my mouth and suckle her nipple.
Her hips buck into mine and I drag her closer, carting her against me so that she can feel the entire length of my erection pressed into her belly. My cock strains and throbs through my jeans and I have no doubt, as her breathing shallows, that she can feel every single vibration.
“Yes,” she pants.
“How much? How much do you need? My hand? Or all of me?” I spread her legs apart and trail my fingers up the shapely length of her leg, up until I find her panties. I brush them aside and sweep a finger over her folds, finding her absolutely drenched.
“Yes,” she sobs. “Fucking, yes. Everything.”
I rip my fingers away from her moist heat and bring them to my mouth. I pop one between my lips and savor the sweetest ambrosia I’ve ever known in my life.
“Wraith,” she breathes, watching me. My name drips off her tongue, and it’s game fucking over to any control I might have held onto.
I wrap her up in my arms, taking her down to the floor with me. I land on top, barely managing to keep myself from crushing her with my weight. I eat at her mouth while my hands tear her panties away. She pulls at my t-shirt, ripping at my back with her nails when she carts it up around my shoulders. Her hips slam up into mine and while I strip my t-shirt over my head,her hands fly to my jeans. The denim is worn and soft and the button gives way easily. The rasp of the zipper is the only sound in the attic besides our desperate panting.
She claws at my jeans and I help her, shoving them down my ass along with my boxers, freeing my cock. Her moans are low in her throat and her hand curls around the length of my shaft. She rubs her tiny palm down my length, from my swollen, angry red tip, already leaking beads of shiny pre-cum all over her hand. She explores me slowly on the upstroke, running her hand over the veiny ridges.
I watch her face while she explores me with her hand, her eyes eating up every movement in fascination, like she’s never seen a cock so big in her life. Those pursed lips and flushed cheeks, the excitement glowing in her eyes, her body tense and straining under mine—it’s the perfect flattery.
“You want my cock?” I ask her again, barely hanging onto any sort of civility I have left. “You want my cock in that beautiful cunt?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers, still running her hand down my length, pumping me so that my balls ache with every single movement of her hand.
I sweep my fingers between us, groaning when I find her so wet she’s leaking on the floorboards below.
“I want to eat you first. Get you ready.”
“I- I’m ready,” she pants. “I can’t- please- Wraith…”
She squirms below me, her hips bucking up, seeking relief. The relief that only I can give her. I want her so fucking badly that I see black. That tenuous hold I have on reality shreds away, torn away by her desperation.
I replace her hand with my own, pumping my fist over my hard length. With the other hand I spread her legs, splitting them so I can watch her swollen cunt sparkle with her juices. I spread the length of my body over her, propping myself up with one elbow while I attack her mouth, her throat, her chin.
I bring my cock to her entrance, but I torture us both by letting the head slide through her folds. She wriggles against me as I let my cock pulse against her sensitive clit, tease her by shifting away and denying her, letting my cock pulse at her entrance without ever penetrating her. I tease her until we’re both panting, our muscles coiled so tightly that we could shatter each other with a single movement.
In that moment I don’t care about the consequences of what we’re doing. I can’t stop to think that I only just met her. That we’re strangers. That once we do this, there isn’t any going back.
All I can think about erasing the ache we’ve carried around for our entire lives, because for me, she was everything I had no idea I needed. No idea I was waiting for.
I wait until she’s howling with need, her body writhing under me, her nails scratching over my shoulder, her legs wrapped around my waist, before I thrust up into her with a single, hard stroke.
Leena vibrates below me. She trembles and she lets out a whimper of pain as I realize that it didn’t feel right. That thrust. There was too much resistance. I tore something inside of her.
Not because I was too rough, though I was.
My head flies up and my eyes snap open. Hers are screwed tightly shut, tears leaking from the corners, streaminginto her velvet brown hair. Her teeth are sunk deep into her lower lip and her nostrils flare violently with every breath straining her heaving chest.
“What the fuck?” I breathe, very aware that my cock is still hard, still throbbing inside of her far too tight heat. “Leena?”
She doesn’t answer me and I resist the urge to fucking shake her so hard that her head bounces off the floor.
