32- Drowning in Shadows
POV Edric Eldoria:
I silenced her with a low growl. I spun her around, pressing her face against the wall and pulling her ass back toward me, arching her, without removing the hand tangled in her brown hair.
I lifted the short dress she wore, bunching it around her hips, and slid my fingers over her pussy, over the panties. She was wet, ready to take me.
I tugged the fabric hard, tearing it apart. I touched the warm skin, spreading her lubrication along its length. She had a citrus scent, so different from Lunara’s sweet aroma.
I removed her hand and guided it to my pants. I undid the button and zipper in a rough movement, yanking the jeans down along with my boxer, freeing my hard cock.
I stepped back, releasing Thalira. She turned to me, smiling in a sexy way, her eyes shining in an intense shade of brown.
"Blow me," I ordered.
Without hesitation, she crouched before me and took my cock between her lips, teasing the tip with her tongue before taking me in deep, down her throat, repeating the motions.
I spread my hands on the wall and closed my eyes, leaning over her. Thalira sucked me eagerly, giving it her all.
My breathing quickened, as did my heartbeat. The scent of my arousal and hers filled the air around us, mingling with the others.
She ran her tongue around me, tracing the pulsing veins, then swallowed me again. I felt the tip of my cock hitting the back of her wet, hot, velvety throat.
My lips parted with a heavy sigh.
I grabbed her head, forcing her against me in rough, fast thrusts. She gagged, but didn’t stop. She kept taking me.
I knew what she was trying to do. She wanted to prove she was much better than Lunara, that she had far more to offer me.
Lunara.
I clenched my teeth so hard the muscle in my jaw cracked. My fangs elongated, and the subtle glow of my wild side appeared in my eyes.
Guilt. Disgust. Rage.
Pain. Resentment. Shame.
I was consumed by a storm of emotions, drowning in each one.
Catalina.
The only female who had my heart. The only female who should be by my side. The only female of my life.
For so long, I made that clear to everyone. Until Lunara appeared.
Fuck!
I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back the wave of anguish that hit me so hard I thought I might faint.
Lunara was nothing compared to Catalina. She meant nothing and would never mean anything. I wouldn’t let her stain even further the memory of the only female I had ever loved.
She didn’t move me, she was no match for Catalina’s memory.
She wasn’t.
I shook my head.
Deep down, way down, I felt I was only trying to fool myself.
I grabbed Thalira by the neck, pulling my cock out of her mouth. She came toward me, trying to kiss me. I stopped her, spinning her around and pressing her back against the wall again. Holding my cock in my hand, I guided it to her slick entrance and thrust inside her.
She moaned, and I groaned.
I slammed into her body hard. Rough and firm. There was no romance, no tenderness, no hint of feeling. It was only sex. No emotion, only sensation.
I drove into her, going deep. Once, twice, three times. And I kept going, without stopping. As if I needed this to detox, to free myself from guilt.
I hated myself for it. I hated Lunara for it.
Thalira’s slick pussy welcomed me, letting me slide easily inside her. Hot and tight.
Not like Lunara’s.
Fuck, that bitch needed to get out of my head.
I fucked Thalira like the animal I was. The heat of orgasm built in my abdomen, spreading through my body like a growing wave.
She screamed my name as she reached her peak, unraveling around my cock, her pussy tightening around me.
I kept my rough pace, not losing rhythm, sliding in and out in a frantic motion. My balls slapped against her firm thighs with every thrust.
I gripped the back of her neck harder when I felt the first spasm take over. My hairs stood on end, and then I came, shooting hard inside her.
My breathing raced, my heartbeat pounding.
I stood still for a few seconds, struggling to breathe.
Thalira hadn’t opened her womb, like she sometimes did, in heat or out, in a stupid attempt to get pregnant by me, even knowing it was impossible.
I had never tied her. Never, not once, not even when she went into heat and ran to me, begging for help.
But with Lunara, at the first opportunity, and without control, I had done it.
I pulled out of her and ran a hand through my hair, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
She turned to me and smiled.
"In the end, you always come back to me," she murmured, sliding a hand along her inner thighs, scooping up my cum that dripped down, and bringing it to her lips.
I stared at her, feeling absolutely nothing.
Nothing.
I felt nothing.