me with the same languid, attentive strokes that his fingers were giving my clit.
As if he could sense what I was thinking, he bent over me and his tongue dipped into the wet well of my sex. My body went rigid and I swallowed the cry of pleasure that threatened to erupt. He gave my sex a long, slow lick that made my toes curl and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I would not scream my pleasure. I would not scream my pleasure.
His tongue stroked against my clit at the same time that his finger slid within me, stretching me. A second slid home, sinking into my wet depths.
I screamed his name, arching my hips to push against him, my body quivering with the force of my sudden orgasm. The Itch spiraled through me, ebbing away with the aftershocks of pleasure, even as David thrust his fingers deep within me again, his tongue flashing over my clit over and over again. My hips quivered with each stroke, until the orgasm ebbed and I was left weak and gasping.
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He moved off of me, and I thought he would roll off the bed, get away from the needy, weak creature that I was, but he surprised me again. When I turned to look over at him, David‘s mouth moved to mine.
He kissed me.
I didn‘t kiss the men I slept with. Aloysius kissed me only to punish me, and the lovers I‘d taken since I ran away from him understood my quirk. Kissing was personal, and I didn‘t like to do it. But when David‘s lips met mine – still tasting of my orgasm -- something within me shattered and broke.
His mouth on mine, his fingers buried in my sex, I came again in David‘s arms. My need was wild, and my emotions were in turmoil, and it only made his kiss deepen. Each stroke of his tongue was a claim, reminding me that I belonged to him fully.
In one fluid motion, his fingers left my wet heat and he moved his body over mine, his weight bearing down on me. I stretched my long legs wide, welcoming the cradle of his hips into my own. His cock stroked into my welcoming body, and I sighed with relief. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down over me, my hands on his smooth, muscled back.
His mouth sought mine out, kissing and tasting me over and over again with each long, hard stroke, until my body throbbed with a need as great as his.
And when he climaxed, I was not far behind. One quick brush of his fingers to drive me over the edge, and I moaned my new release against his lips.
We lay there for a moment, spent. My breathing eventually slowed, and I relaxed in the languor that followed the abatement of the Itch. Aloysius and the constant fear receded to the back of my mind. My thoughts were entirely of David and his warm scent. David, whose weight still pressed against me in the bed, and who I still cradled between my legs.
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David, who hadn‘t abandoned me after all.
As if sensing my warming thoughts, David‘s eyes met mine and he leaned in for another slow, sensual kiss. ―Why now, Olivia?‖
I immediately felt defensive. ―Why what now?‖
He shook his head. ―No, I meant…why now? After a hundred and twenty years? Why only now did you seek me out?‖
Oh. Reality came crashing back down, reminding me that even in this moment, I couldn‘t escape my master. I‘d never be free of him, not while he lived. So I looked David straight in the eye and said, ―I need you to kill Aloysius for me.‖
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Chapter Three
―You want me to kill Aloysius?‖
I closed my eyes, waiting for him to fling me away from him. To command me to leave.
To banish me from his presence for even daring to speak of destroying another immortal.
He was silent.
I waited, and when he still did not speak, I opened my eyes a slit, looking at his face.
There was pain there, and regret. But not anger directed at me. Not hate. Almost as if I‘d said something that he knew had to happen as well, but had never voiced it aloud.
I didn‘t understand this
As if he could sense what I was thinking, he bent over me and his tongue dipped into the wet well of my sex. My body went rigid and I swallowed the cry of pleasure that threatened to erupt. He gave my sex a long, slow lick that made my toes curl and I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. I would not scream my pleasure. I would not scream my pleasure.
His tongue stroked against my clit at the same time that his finger slid within me, stretching me. A second slid home, sinking into my wet depths.
I screamed his name, arching my hips to push against him, my body quivering with the force of my sudden orgasm. The Itch spiraled through me, ebbing away with the aftershocks of pleasure, even as David thrust his fingers deep within me again, his tongue flashing over my clit over and over again. My hips quivered with each stroke, until the orgasm ebbed and I was left weak and gasping.
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He moved off of me, and I thought he would roll off the bed, get away from the needy, weak creature that I was, but he surprised me again. When I turned to look over at him, David‘s mouth moved to mine.
He kissed me.
I didn‘t kiss the men I slept with. Aloysius kissed me only to punish me, and the lovers I‘d taken since I ran away from him understood my quirk. Kissing was personal, and I didn‘t like to do it. But when David‘s lips met mine – still tasting of my orgasm -- something within me shattered and broke.
His mouth on mine, his fingers buried in my sex, I came again in David‘s arms. My need was wild, and my emotions were in turmoil, and it only made his kiss deepen. Each stroke of his tongue was a claim, reminding me that I belonged to him fully.
In one fluid motion, his fingers left my wet heat and he moved his body over mine, his weight bearing down on me. I stretched my long legs wide, welcoming the cradle of his hips into my own. His cock stroked into my welcoming body, and I sighed with relief. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him down over me, my hands on his smooth, muscled back.
His mouth sought mine out, kissing and tasting me over and over again with each long, hard stroke, until my body throbbed with a need as great as his.
And when he climaxed, I was not far behind. One quick brush of his fingers to drive me over the edge, and I moaned my new release against his lips.
We lay there for a moment, spent. My breathing eventually slowed, and I relaxed in the languor that followed the abatement of the Itch. Aloysius and the constant fear receded to the back of my mind. My thoughts were entirely of David and his warm scent. David, whose weight still pressed against me in the bed, and who I still cradled between my legs.
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David, who hadn‘t abandoned me after all.
As if sensing my warming thoughts, David‘s eyes met mine and he leaned in for another slow, sensual kiss. ―Why now, Olivia?‖
I immediately felt defensive. ―Why what now?‖
He shook his head. ―No, I meant…why now? After a hundred and twenty years? Why only now did you seek me out?‖
Oh. Reality came crashing back down, reminding me that even in this moment, I couldn‘t escape my master. I‘d never be free of him, not while he lived. So I looked David straight in the eye and said, ―I need you to kill Aloysius for me.‖
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Chapter Three
―You want me to kill Aloysius?‖
I closed my eyes, waiting for him to fling me away from him. To command me to leave.
To banish me from his presence for even daring to speak of destroying another immortal.
He was silent.
I waited, and when he still did not speak, I opened my eyes a slit, looking at his face.
There was pain there, and regret. But not anger directed at me. Not hate. Almost as if I‘d said something that he knew had to happen as well, but had never voiced it aloud.
I didn‘t understand this
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