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My groin was already pounding before he came over to me. Vicious, stabbing pangs of desire had me gasping for breath. Then he put a finger under my chin and drew my eyes to his. He was still pale but there was an admiring look in his eye. Every inch of me stung with lust.
“You’re a monster inside there, Flora.”
I blinked once. “I am.”
He moved in, nipped my lip and groaned. I nipped back at him, my core throbbing with need—to get rid of this thing inside me. This raging, violent tempest.
It had been a nightgown that night and he reached under the layers, dragging my knickers down my legs and discarding them. All I felt was lust. A violent need of closeness to another human being. He seemed to know this, studying, searching my eyes, seeing I was this roaring dragon beneath the veneer. A creature of depravity that’d survived all those years of London, alone. I’d avoided love, anything real, because my true self was wicked, violent and a beast. I’d had to hide her. He knew that. Knew it and didn’t shy away. I’d even hidden parts of myself from Caelan, the Lord of Men. A gentleman. Perhaps because he would baulk, even him. Yet this man before me, I knew—scared though he was, felt drawn towards my darkness.
He backed me up against a tall cupboard door in the kitchen. I was untying his drawstring while he cupped my breast over my dress and then squeezed my nipple. Our eyes were nearly level and he looked into mine as I looked into his, without shame or guilt or hate.
It was so quick. I saw a flash of his gleaming abs which were hairless, then his pubic hair shaved close. His cock risen. Thick thighs, rock-solid, twitching with anticipation. His skin was milk-white and flawless. My walls were already clutching before he entered me, and it was fast, hard and ruthless as he squeezed my bare buttocks beneath the nightdress and drove into me, again and again, my legs around his waist, arms clinging to his broad shoulders. I didn’t even know my own name. Just that I was getting the fucking I desperately needed.
“Eric,” I moaned, as a shiver ripped through me.
I came from my scalp to the tip of my big toe, a whole-body orgasm laying waste to anything I was before. In that moment, for the very first time in my life, someone saw me for exactly who I was—and loved me.
He came outside of my body on my thigh and I continued to twitch around nothing, empty inside. Diabolically empty.
He knew I wasn’t satisfied. Knew it completely.
I was laid on the kitchen island and I removed my nightgown myself, tossing it somewhere. He feasted on my breasts, ridding himself of his own t-shirt and bottoms while he licked, teased and sucked. He thrust fingers inside me and made me come again, spurting over the tiled surface. Then he was between my thighs, drinking all of the arousal he’d made, making love to me with his tongue and lips, occasionally his teeth. He was so different, sort of kissing me, completely worshipful and so tender. It took my breath away as I arched off the counter, hands clutched around my breasts, coming on his lips.
Eric dragged me closer and fucked me hard as he stood and I lay there, getting railed by his thick, lovely cock. His wildly sensual arms, which I’d dreamt of a couple of times now, sort of Hulk arms, both of them heavily tattooed with full sleeves, were wrapped around my thighs as he pounded ruthlessly through all of my orgasms, sucking my big toe as he tried to keep my flailing limbs in check.
“I want it,” I said, nodding at the olive oil nestled in the kitchen caddy nearby.
“But you haven’t before…?”
I shook my head.
“It’s not the right time,” he said, pleading.
“I’ll tell you when’s the right time.Now.”
He took some of it and lubed up his already slick cock.
We didn’t speak of it—how he knew I couldn’t have done it with Caelan, not with his size. Not just that, I’d never… been so unhinged before.
Eric put both of my heels on his shoulders and said, “Open.”
So I bore down, and slowly he nudged in… and I relaxed, letting him. The juices from my pussy slid down as I watched him gurn and curse, his immaculate body a thing to behold.
That frozen, ruthless beauty… mine. For now, at least. For those moments. He was weak for me. Vulnerable.
Eventually he got all the way in, and I took a breath, groaned… and he let loose.
He came roaring my name and filled me, filled me so full I yelled his name back.
Afterwards, he dragged me closer, touched his brow to mine and wrapped his arms around me. Those silver eyes were trapped behind flickering lids, his breath coming out ragged. Then he moved in and gave me a tender kiss. So soft and gentle. Maybe since he threw his guts up only a little while ago, that’s why he hadn’t properly kissed me yet.
I saw beneath it all, he was a gentle, caring, loving boy. A sweetheart.
I encouraged him to rest on my chest, face between my breasts, as he panted away his exertions.
“He’d kill me for this,” he murmured.
“He’d kill me first.”
