Dante
When I saw Rachel, she was like a goddamn dream come to life.
When I saw her pleasuring herself whilst watching me, I almost lost what was left of my fucking mind.
Before I knew what I was doing, I stepped out of the shower and approached her, needing her near me.
I needed to touch her skin. I needed to breathe her scent. Fucking my hand in the shower wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not when she was so near.
She backed up as I approached, moving away from the shower wall and over to the other side of the room. Her hands came up, almost as though she was protecting herself and warding me off. I didn’t care.
I picked up my pace, my long strides easily overtaking her shorter steps.
I grasped her slender throat in my hand, forcing her to walk faster, her legs stumbling to keep up with my steps. I kept going, backing her up until she was flush against the wall, trapped against my body.
I could hear her breathing hitch, the excited little sobs of pleasure. I could practically smell her arousal as her fear kicked in, just the way she fucking liked it, and it was like a drug to me.
She was my addiction. She always fucking had been. I was so in tune with her; I knew every way her body reacted.
From the way her tongue ran across her lower lip. To the way her chest heaved as she struggled to breathe, basic bodily functions taking second place against such force of arousal. From the way her hands shook, the way her thighs clenched, the way she went on her tiptoes as her entire body tensed, waiting, wanting.
“Strip,” I heard myself bark at her, taking me by surprise as much as she was. I was no longer in control of myself. All I could think about was the need to possess her. To own her. To make her mine in the only way I knew how. The only way I could ensure she would stay with me.
She remained still, her huge eyes staring up at me with such fear and yet such longing. I tightened my grip on her throat, loving the way she let out a strangled yelp. “Strip,” I demanded again.
She slowly began to move, her small hands running down her body to grasp the shirt at the hem. I released her throat just longer enough for her to pull it over her head, grasping it again when she shook her hair over her shoulders.
Fuck me, I love her fucking hair.
I kept my eyes on her, watching as she pushed her leggings and underwear over her hips and down her slender legs.
I loved her fucking legs, too. I loved to feel them wrapped around me, or thrown over my shoulders, or shaking beneath me as I pushed her over the abyss into one orgasm after another.
I ignored the way my cock leaked as she reached up to pull her bra straps off her shoulders before she arched her back and unclasped it. She held it against her chest for a brief moment before she let it drop to the floor.
I let go of her throat, placing my hands on either side of her head, finally letting my eyes roam over her body.
Her nipples were as hard as rock, demanding my attention. Her chest was heaving, and goosebumps broke out in awareness wherever my eyes went.
Her thighs were shaking as she locked her knees, keeping them shut.
She had the right idea.
Don’t do this, Dante. Let her fucking go.
I really should. It would be humiliating for her, but I should tell her I don’t want her. I should laugh at her and tell her to get dressed. I should tell her to get the fuck out of this room, and if she refused, I should drag her out by her hair and lock the door shut behind her.
I should do all those things, because if I didn’t, and if I allowed myself to give in to these crazed urges, if I unleashed everything I was feeling, I would end up hurting her. I knew itas surely as I knew that I would go mad if I didn’t fuck her right here, right now. Consequences be damned.
I slammed my eyes shut and was one second away from ordering her out when she made a noise.
It was a soft noise, but it was one wrung straight from deep inside her. It was wanting. It was fearful. It was fucking nectar.
I buried my head in her neck, inhaling the scent of her fear.
Let her go, Dante.
She moaned as my breath touched her skin, my nose running up the length of her neck.
