Chapter 35 Passionate Love
Sarah
A muscular, fragrant body presses down on me from above, covering me, depriving me of oxygen, settling between my thighs. The onslaught of hot, exhausting kisses never ceases. On the contrary, he shatters our personal boundaries, moving further... Moving lower and lower.
He immobilizes me, squeezing my wrists tightly, throwing them high above his head. Squeezing. Roughly. Domineeringly.
He takes me and captivates me completely. He eats me piece by piece, torments me, brands me as his rightful property, leaving not a single living spot on my soft, bare skin. My body burns... No, it blazes! Fire from the marks of beasts, the marks of possessive fingers, kisses, hickey.
I dig my fingers into his back, into his broad, rippling shoulders, scratching them, trying to hold on, to keep from falling. It's useless! I break. I'm falling off a cliff, hurtling into darkness, sobbing with unearthly pleasure.
I don't understand what's happening to me, but I absolutely don't want this madman to stop. I feel so incredibly, unrealistically good! I want these amazing sensations to last forever.
He brazenly spreads my legs, wedging his wet, shower-slick thighs into me. I don't immediately understand what's happening; his searing kisses are distracting, turning my brain into mush. Only when I feel a hard, enormous organ pressing into my stomach do I begin to see clearly.
"Stop! Wait!" I thrust forward.
I press my palm against his muscular chest, realizing what he's about to do. I have to warn him!
It's no use. Too aroused and wound up. As if he can't hear me, as if hypnotized. He takes the base of my erect penis and runs it up and down my folds, spreading the moisture. He's getting ready to take his!
"You're playing well, you've got talent!" he smirks arrogantly.
"Be gentle..."
One movement.
Second.
His hips thrust sharply.
He's inside!
The powerful organ smashes through the barrier like a battering ram on the first try, plunging almost its entire length, all the way to the hilt.
"Ah!" I cry out, biting my lips until they bleed. Already swollen and ravaged by the beast!
He begins to move, picking up speed. Fast. Sharp. Working my hips.
As if piercing me right through...
Through the discomfort, the sweetness, the tears... I don't immediately realize that I've just been deprived of my most intimate possession. I'm in a kind of daze, like in a trance. And all thanks to this man who simply went crazy and made me, the first girl he met, his.
The pleasant tremors that had been spreading through my body in small pulses suddenly subsided. My consciousness returns from space to harsh reality, and I'm overwhelmed by a wave of new, crushing emotions. This time, negative ones.
The hurricane of madness between us is over. Shawn is shaking above me, holding me tightly to him, moaning hoarsely. Beads of sweat are trickling down his divine body.
His dark, silky hair is also wet. He's coming. Small splashes of hot liquid shoot into the womb that tightly squeezes his penis.
"Your mother! Why are you so tight?"
Shawn trembled slightly, enjoying the last waves of his orgasm. Then suddenly his eyes widened, looking at my hips, and then, with obvious fear and surprise, into my tear-stained eyes.
"What? Tears? What games are you playing with me, huh?"
It was over. I came to my senses. God, what have I done? Skipping a few heartbeats, I pushed the insolent man away, jumped to my feet, and I hadn’t eaten anything all day, so my stomach growled:
"What are you... What have you done..."
My eyes roll back in my head. I'm falling into the darkness. But strong, male arms catch me just before I hit the floor.
Shawn
Sarah jerks sharply, her eyes roll back in her head, and I realize she's about to lose consciousness and fall to the floor.
What the...? You're kidding!
I react instantly. I jump up, grab the girl around the waist, hug her, and lay her back on the bed. Fragile and thin. Too tiny, practically weightless. Lighter than a speck of dust...
"Hey! Hey!" I pat her cheeks, emotionless. "Damn it..." She passed out. I'm stunned! What the hell is going on?
I grab the phone from the table, call security, and order them to get the car ready to leave.
"Charlie! Get the car out now."
Charlie answers immediately. "One moment, sir. Where are we going, sir?"
"To the hospital," I say, glancing at the skinny girl lying in my arms.
"Got it."
I hang up. I change in a hurry. I put on pants, a shirt, and a jacket. I can't take my eyes off the girl; I need to hurry.
Fuck, I need to curse! I managed to get into trouble the day before an important event, now I'm shaking, worrying that nothing will fall through.
Scooping up her weightless body, I strode toward the exit. Does she even eat anything, or does she feed on the sun's energy? On air?
I jump out into the fresh evening air with my fragile burden in my arms. Charlie acts quickly; he drove the car right up to the porch of the high-rise.
Two seconds, I'm already in the car. The engine roars, and Charlie hits the gas, not asking any unnecessary questions about Sarah.
While we're driving, I hold the little one close. She's so tender, I feel uneasy. Her hair is so silky, natural, and looks like it's never been dyed. I finger them, thrilled by how soft and pleasant they are.
Coffee-colored, sparkling in the light like golden threads. Her skin is scarlet and soft. Just touch her and she'll bruise.
"You're such a pain, my dear! Where did you even get that?"
I hugged Sarah to my chest, and she moaned softly in response, like a kitten, burying her nose in my neck. I felt her warm breath slide down my neck, and... damn! I got hard again. My cock was painfully hard, throbbing with desire, straining my underwear to the point of bursting.
I wanted her again! Not Kate, but this... this unearthly miracle, suddenly appearing as if from the very heavens. A delivery from heaven, damn! But I never ordered a gift like that. I'm getting engagement soon, and I absolutely mustn't let it fall through.