Chapter 15

- Omniscient Narrator -

Their bodies slammed into each other again and again, as she on top of him made movements that pleased both her and him, and the two of them, wrapped in sweat, increased their speed.

The feeling that they were about to reach ecstasy enveloped them both and their bodies reacted on their own, there was nothing to be done against instincts and desire.

It was part of being human to express physically what they felt and even more so if it was something as primitive as sexual relations, where people were united in a bubble of pleasure, no matter who they were or how many they were.

The sound of panting rose in pitch and began to invade the room, enveloping the space outside in such a way that the man trying to work downstairs ended up putting on headphones to avoid the sound.

It wasn't because he didn't find it arousing to hear a woman moan at the dark desires of sex, but none had given him the satisfaction he needed to enjoy that which he wanted so badly.

He had many women at his mercy and he could play with three if he felt like it, but very rarely did he get to the end and if he did, that woman would most likely have suffered some kind of injury because of him.

Because of his strength.

Because of his bites.

Or how he would have subdued her to get to that point he had trouble getting to if he didn't hurt the one he had in bed.

A cry of satisfaction meant she was done and the aggressive thrusts of the man beneath her, about to aggressively shatter her pelvis, meant he was about to come too.

He spun her around on herself and giving it to her with the same intensity in that position, where she was holding on to her limbs to keep from falling, he reached the point he needed to.

Every nerve in their bodies throbbed to the same rhythm, including his member.

The woman bent down on her knees to him and with a superior, alpha male gaze, he watched her savor her own taste and his in her mouth.

She smiled at what she had provoked in him and wiped her lips with a look full of lust.

"Good thing I don't get tired of coming," she said, climbing into bed.

He gave her a profiled look and went into the bathroom in his room, intending to take a quick bath while she waited for him out there.

He was just doing it for fun.

He had liked the university where they had organized a party that was crazy and he was fucking their college girls, not caring if they were underage or had a partner.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and with another he dried his hair. The woman reveled in the exquisite view he had.

"If they knew of your existence, they would all go crazy," she half smiled and settled on the bed, still naked. She had her cell phone in her hands; she had been checking for new messages.

"I don't want crazy girls after me," he assured her and was about to tell her to go away, when she interrupted him.

"Did you know they took pictures of you with a girl when you almost passed out at my college party?" he stopped right away from doing anything, to pay attention.

"What girl you say?" he asked seemingly curious and walked over to the bed.

It was clear that he remembered her, that she had helped him after the memories seemed to scatter; he remembered her scent and the color of her hair, as well as her intense dark eyes, but he knew who she was before Madow went to pull him out of there.

His hands missed the feel of her small body, even though it had only been for a few seconds, yet her physiognomy drove him crazy in his memories and he had no clue how to find her.

He gave up days later, but if he kept sleeping with college girls, he might manage to run into her.

He looked at the photo and it clearly showed those moments he had blurred, even when he held her in his arms. He noticed how small she was in comparison and couldn't help but feel an invisible attraction to have her again.

He wanted to have her in his bed.

Beneath his body and moaning for him.

He hallucinated that he could be different with her, just because he seemed to want her more than the others.

"Do you know her?" he questioned curiously.

"No, but this Lucas guy claims he knows her, he even said your name," she showed him the conversation on the screen and he narrowed his eyes.

"Do you know who he is?"

"No, but I can find out who he is," she stepped forward to him, clinging to his lips, "If you give me oral," she whispered, spreading her legs before him.

Iah smiled half-sideways and moved forward to her, stepping over the middle of her legs and gently placed one of his hands by her neck. However, it took her by surprise that it wasn't good at all.

With his strength he made her fall back and squeezing her neck, he looked down at her from his height, this time showing himself humorless, he mumbled.

"Find out who the fuck this Lucas is and tell me how to find him," he ordered gravely and looked her gradually back and forth in her eyes, "And let it be clear to you, that no one orders me what to do," he finished saying and stood up, intending to change to leave.

The surprised girl, still lying on the bed, grabbed his neck. He had squeezed her so tightly that she thought he was going to suffocate her right there and then.

She was a sex-starved college girl, who didn't even realize what kind of person she was messing with and what she was capable of doing for what she wanted.

She quickly got dressed and with no intention of disobliging him, quickly left to get the information he wanted.

She was not going to open her mouth, starting with the fact that it had been of her own free will that she had given in to him and on top of that, her parents would take her for a tramp for having obeyed the wishes of an older man, who was also somewhat dangerous and had a family with a questionable reputation.

Iah came down the stairs quickly, but the woman passed him as quickly as she came and Madow was just leaving the kitchen at that moment, while Astrophel was already on the sofa with her computer.

He was doing math, but he had heard everything.