It has been so long, so long since we set our desires free. Deeper he takes me to a place with fresh soft pasture that shall be a suitable bed for us. My hunger for him shifts through my senses and all I see is him. The broadness of his back, the prominent veins that run down his arms, the way his fingers have clamped around my palm.
His steps are fast and rushed as he drags me along with him. Mine is slow as I stumble about trying to keep up with his pace. He is volant to turn around and capture me in his arms, hands around my waist he heaves me with ease throwing me over his shoulders with a grunt. He wants to get there quicker, to savour me faster. He is starved.
My breasts press against his collar bone and bounce to his every move. His grip around my hips tightens, bare feet pounding the earth now running to a place he has marked in his mind. No words are spoken between us, we feel it. The rush, the call to appease our instincts.
As we near the area I notice the change in his breathing, ragged and breathless. He cannot wait to have me beneath him. Heavy feet sink into the soft pasture, the sun is hidden the dense trees cover us in darkness. A perfect setting if one wished to eat. Not food but their mate.
I am grabbed and pushed to the grass my back held up by the earth’s gentleness. He hovers above me arms caging me beneath sizzling emeralds meet my eyes. I watch the way his chest moves to his heavy breathing, trembling hands shift forward to be placed upon his beating heart.
“Your heart is beating fast.” I whisper as my palms feel its pace, it knocks upon his ribcage with a harshness.
His palm follows mine as he places it upon my chest. “Yours as well.” He says, voice hoarse and deep. He swallows harshly trying to soothe the burning of his throat.
I frown at the way he looks at me, not of familiarity but newness as though we were meeting for the first time. His eyes scan my face as if he were engraving each feature in his mind. “What changed? Do you feel as though I now wish for your soul rather than your body?” I question looking into his eyes seeking his truth.
Fiery eyes stare into the depths of my soul, a slow slide of his lips upwards to show a lazy smirk. “Yes.” A quick reply is passed from his mouth as he dives down bounding my lips in his. My eyes widen to the emotions that strike me with intensity. After months of being deprived of his kiss and touches, I am lost under his forceful passion. A passion I choose to take part in.
“Deimos.” I groan into his lips hands plunge into the thickness of his hair bringing him closer to me. He grunts with the weight of his desire pushing his hips into mine, fingers hold my jaw tightly as he shifts my face to take his relentless kisses.
Large hands slither their way up my bare thighs, his touch erupts a flow of striking heat within me. Claws elongate with an urgentness tearing the material of my dress baring my heavy awaiting breasts to him. A carnal desire to swallow me up pokes at him as he sets my lips free to love my hard buds.
Head thrown back a low gasp leaves my swollen aching lips, his hot tongue feasts on each one. Low growls of appreciation booms through his chest, he likes the way I taste. His delicacy, an addict has returned to his drug. A drug that ties him down leaving him renderless.
My core is leaking with my want, I am wet and ready for him to feed me. Pulling down the zipper of his jeans hurriedly setting his throbbing erect cock free. The way he hardens just by the thought of me, I find so unbearably hot. He does not need me to stimulate him for his voracity overflows his barriers the second his eyes lay upon my flesh. His lust for me is insatiable.
“Let me taste you.” I whisper in his ear tongue seeping out to lick the shell of his ear, sucking on his earlobe showing him exactly what I would do to what he possesses down there. I tease him as soft shivers quake down his body.
Grabbing my jaw he raises it with a quick harsh pull for me to face him. “I am going to fuck you now, my female.” Pupils dilate as he speaks of his intentions, voice low and deep. He is a sinful male with his words and his actions. My aphrodisiac speaks to me tempting me to sin with him.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, my hands clamped across his shoulders I turn the table. With a harsh push and a brisk change of positions, I have him beneath me. He looks up at me with surprised widened eyes, emeralds shine brightly in the darkness, he lures me in with those devilish greens.
I do the same as he did to me, grabbing his jaw propelling his face closer to me I declare my greed. “No, I am going to fuck you, Deimos.”
This is a simple matter of dominance, who shall be on top. His arousal deepens by my actions, he trembles violently below me, claws tear his shirt apart just as he did to my dress eyes watch the droplets of sweat drip from his chest down his belly. A smooth seductive sailing, a feast for my eyes.
His hand reaches up to remove the hair band setting my hair free, a wildness he likes. Positioning him at my weeping entrance, our heartbeats sync together as one. We are willing to drown into whatever calls us to.
Large hot palms clamp around my hips a sign he shall control the pace. As soon as the head of his throbbing cock enters my walls our eyes close shut each delivering a sexual sound of satisfaction. My nails dig into his chest, he bleeds adding fuel to the ferocity of our mating.
The first deep thrust comes from me, sliding up his girth with a slowness only to sit back down with a quick harshness. The sound of my bum meeting with the flesh of his thighs dives into our arousal as it surges above control. My weeping sex takes him in with no hesitation devouring him as if starved for years.
His palm comes to lay over his eyes, he cannot bear my inflictions upon his body. A spell that has haunted him every night. This he feels is everything compared to the nights he had cum in his hands, touching himself visualizing his hands as mine.
This was pure torture. Sweet pleasureful torture he had craved for. Each thrust has him grunt with a hoarseness hips raise from the grass floor to meet mine in the middle. He lets me have my fill first, but after he shall eat. His flaming emeralds show me this.
Whilst my appetite is being filled he enjoys the unstopping pleasure I deliver to him. Adrenaline surging, I am impatient with my fucking not allowing him to rest taking him over and over again. I suck him in deep, my walls stretching to accommodate his fullness. He cannot bear the torment I inflict upon his flesh. Sweet torment that pushes him to the edge.
He sits up abruptly, breasts kiss his chest as I bounce upon his cock. Large palms grab my bum gripping the flesh shaking it, squeezing it. As if he were moulding it like clay. He likes it, the weight of it, the softness. It pleases his violent thirst.
“My female.” He grunts face pushed into my neck sounds of arousal muffled into my flesh. A sharp stinging strike he delivers to my bum as I whimper with overflowing pleasure. This was no lovemaking but a raw, ferocious fucking. A roughness in our mating to appease our inner essence.
After being starved for months we shall eat what we are given. Our hunger is insatiable as we hold onto each other for support, our bodies possessing their minds. My thrusts grow faster, quicker for me to reach my tipping point.
“Not so soon, tentatrice.” He growls shifting our positions once more, grabbing my legs he wraps them around his waist.