Chapter 32 A TWISTED DEVOTION.
SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.
His earlier words echo in my mind as I stare at him with a mix of trepidation, fear, and hope. He looks at me as though he needs to consume me. His blue eyes appear dark as his hold on me tightens until there's barely any air between us. All I can feel, see, breathe is him.
All of a sudden, realisation courses through me. I release myself from his hold, moving back in shock as I stare at him.
"You....like me?" I whispered.
He looks at his hands in shock, as his jaw clenches and tightens. "Like?" He mutters so, ow, but I catch it.
His lips curl in a vicious smirk as he advances towards me. My legs move back as the feeling of being hunted slams in my chest. "You think what I feel for you is some leasly 'like'?" He says, spitting the word out like it disgusts him.
His hands are clenched into fists by his side, as his shoulders tense and tighten. My feet take me back until my back connects with my table.
All of a sudden, I'm cornered, as he slithers towards me like a cobra circling its prey.
"You're mine. Your breaths, your smiles, everything about you belongs to me. What I feel for you it's not something that can be called like. It's possession, it's ruin, it's something no one has made a name for yet." He says, as his hands go on each side of my table.
"But, that's not love," I whisper, and he chuckles, the sound so dark, it feels like it would paint my soul with its darkness.
"Love? That's fragile;e, that's weak. What I feel for you makes love seem like child's play," he says, and my heart leaps to my fucking throat with joy.
It's like he sees it, because his lips curl in a vicious smirk.
He bends slightly as his hands go around my thighs before he plants me on the table. He spreads my legs as far as possible, so he can stand between them. Stealing my air, he pulls me close to him, as his fingers angle up my filmy silk dress, which has ridden up to my waist.
"You like that, don't you? You don't want to be loved; you want something destructive." He says, as his hands angle higher and higher, until they connect with my naked pussy.
At the contact, he groans lowly, a satisfied, guttural sound escapes him as his chest rumbles with heat. "You're bare? You dirty girl." He whispers as his fingers brush my wet folds slowly.
He leans in to me, as he caresses my neck with his other hand, while taking a long sniff of my hair. "Hmm. You smell like mine." He says, as his fingers part my slick walls for him.
I gasp as my pleasure starts. He smirks at me as his other hand begins to undo my top buttons, revealing the milky skin of my breasts.
"You want this, don't you?" He whispers in my ears, like it's something sinful, and I nod vehemently.
"No, baby. I'll need you to say it, tell me what you want." He says, as his fingers speed up inside me, scissoring expertly as his thumb flicks my engorged clit.
"I want it. I want to be consumed, choked, ficked untill it feels like I' gonna burst. I don't want to be loved like a princess, I don't want a white picket fence. I want something dark, something destructive, something capable of splitting me in half." I choke, as his fingers speed up in my pussy.
I choke on my spit as he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. I suddenly feel;l cold at the loss of contact, but it's not for long, because he gets down on his knees before me.
My half-lidded eyes focus on him as he stares at my pussy with such a ravishing hunger; my walls clench at the sight. He notices it because he looks up at me, pinning me with his intense eyes.
"Your pussy is the most beautiful thing in the world, sunshine." He whispers, but barely gives me time to recover from his heated words, because next thing I know, his mouth closes on my clit, as his tongue laps at my wetness.
I scream at the contact, the sound of my wanton noise mixing with that of him slurping my wetness, as he groans from deep in the back of his throat. The sound is so dirty, so raw, that it makes me think it's more like this is satisfying for him.'
That he gets off wth his mouth on my pussy, as he laps at my arousal like it's a drug he hasn't gotten his fix of in a long time. My thighs lock around his head as my hand tugs on his blonde locs.
The brush of his stubble against my inner thighs stings deliciously, as I grind my pussy against his lips.
My orgasm inches higher and higher, until it feels like all I can see are stars, as my eyes shut tightly, welcoming the crash.
"Oh! fuck! Lucien!" A porny sound I never even knew I could make is released from my lips, as my orgasm crashes into me, and I let it.
My pussy constricts against his lips, as he laps up my come like it's water after a long time in a desert. His guttural groan, his hands massaging my nipples, and the feel of his mouth on my pussy end me, as another wave of orgasm follows the last.
Lucien doesn't stop, not even when my pussy walls begin to tremble against his lips. Instead, he grips my thighs with even harder fingers as he buries himself completely in my pussy.
"Lucien, please! It's too much." I scream, pleading with him to stop, but secretly wanting him to continue eating me like a starved caveman.
He groans again, and the sound is enough to undo me, as my orgasm crashes into me for the second time. My lips lift off the table from the force of my pleasure, as my body demands to get away from his wicked tongue, but he doesn't let me get away/
His hold on me tightens as he groans gutturally again, lapping up my juices while slapping my breasts and thighs.
"Ohhh, Please, Lucien! I can't take any more." I scream, and at that moment, he pulls away from me.
The sight of his face adds a wave to my arousal, as I take in the beautiful sight. His lips are coated with my juices as they glisten in the light; his jaw, nose, and stubble are stained with my juices, which drip onto his shirt.
I moan at the sight, as my walls clench. His hand darts out and slaps my pussy. The sound of the contact with my wet center makes my juices leak to the floor.
He pulls back from me, rising to his feet, and takes off his clothes with a calmness that could rival anything. I stare at his scu;pted body hungrily, as the need to have him take grips me.
"I'm gonna fuck you now. And you'll take all of me without complaining, got it?" He asks, as he takes off his eiefs.
I nod vigorously, telling him I can take all of him like a good girl. My legs are spread wide for him, as my drenched pussy lines with his crotch.
He releases his monster cock from his boxers, making me choke on my spit as doubt courses through me.
I don't think it'll fit.
"It will fit." He said, chuckling. "You pussy was made for my cock, baby. And you'll swallow him as he fucks you." He says as he strokes his cock angrily.
I gulp, preparing myself to take him.