Her eyes catch mine, the beautiful hazel colour almost like honey itself. Her throat contracts as she swallows, our gaze never breaking. The emotions seeping from her pores so sweetly drive me, urge me, force my hand until I am taking the saucer from her and tossing aside any thought of conversation. The beautiful flush of red that coats her cheeks darkens to crimson. My wet hair slips in front of my eye as I lean into her space, crowding her into the recesses of my chair as I hold tightly onto my sands, my control.
“What’s your name?” She asks.
It is a simple enough question, but as I watch her lips form the word, I am lost again in a vision of her. That supple mouth wrapped around my fingers again, slick with drool and ichor in such a debauched, gluttonous fashion my cock stiffens in my trousers just thinking about it. I want her to call me everything, to call me hers. I want her sweet lips to whisper for her god and for her to mean me.
But I will give her my chosen name for now.
“Augustine.”
“Joanna,” she whispers.
The six-letter word wraps around my tongue so beguiling, I repeat it.
“Joanna.”
“Augustine.”
Sparks burst in my chest, and my eyes flutter as I swallow the sweetness of my name on her lips. The light accent in her voice forces a shiver through my sands. Her hand shakes as it reaches up to my face. I hold my breath. Her finger caresses the damp curl on my forehead like she is mesmerised by its mere existence. I grab hold of her wrist and Joanna stops breathing. The still, warm air between vibrates with a potential energy, of the incomplete bond that threatens to override everything proper in this realm.
Doubt suddenly taints the air again, like she realises what she is doing. Does she not know the power she wields over me? Before the sickening taste of her emotion can ruin this spell any further, I surge forward. My lips crash into hers with barely there threads of sensibility. The kiss is unpractised, askew in my trajectory, and her hiccup of surprise expels between as we both breathe into it. Our lips work in tandem to right themselves so we may feast on each other’s desires at last.
I pin the wrist I am holding to the top of the chair as desperation takes control of me. I have tasted the heavens, and I will not let Joanna take it away from me. Her lips part, fingers of her other hand grip my suspenders to keep me in place as well. I am happily bent to her will while she lets me plunder the sweet taste from her lips. Without hesitation, my hand goes to her throat. My palm settles right over my mark. It calls to me like sirens of old, while my fingers grip her nape. I have captured my mate. She is mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word rattles around in my head as joyous relief and unrepentant lust rush through me. A moan, soft and sweet, just like my darling, hums through the back of her throat when my tongue mates with hers. I am reminded of her dream, the dark taste of her lust as she let me know exactly what she wanted.
“Darling.” I press slow kisses across her cheek until I can whisper directly into her ear, letting the monster slip out. “I am going to devour your sweet cunt until I can bathe in your release, until you are trembling and begging me to stop.”
Her lips part against my cheek, in shock or delight. I do not care. All I can taste is her lust and desire. The memory of her taste is on the tip of my tongue, and I demand more. I drop to my knees before her, keeping hold of her neck and making her look down at me while my other hand goes to the leather belt at her waist. She does not say no, does not push me away, she tilts her hip up in offering to me. My darling watches me easily pull the strap from the buckle. Joanna’s breath shudders past her lip the more I undress her. Spreading her thighs, I position myself between them, worshipful and direct.
“You do not know how much I have thought about this,” I murmur, my voice softening as the hand I have around her neck slowly travels down her front, between the valley of her small breasts, until both of my hands are shaking with a need to rip off her trousers.
She hums her agreement, eyes fixated on me, dark with desire. Her hips do not lift when I tug, but I do not need them to. I pull the fabric down and out from under her with ease. The trousers pool around her ankles as I lift one of her soft thighs to my lips.
“Augustine,” she gasps, and it is a sound I want to surround myself with forever. Her hand finally releases my suspender with a pleasurable zing of pain that sets my body alight. Joanna cups my cheek and stares into my eyes. There is so much there, so much she does not understand and cannot vocalise. Yes and no are still an option, are still thoughts we can both form, but I pray she does not deny me. “Please.”
The hunger and thirst and craving that has been gnawing at my insides for over seven years roar with so much satisfaction my control slips. My lips stretch across my cheek as I bury my mouth in the cotton of my human’s soaked undergarments. I drag my sharpened teeth across the damp fabric until I have what I want. The ambrosia of my darling. I lick the seam of her exposed cunt again and again like the starved beast I am.
Joanna’s hands slap against the leather chair arms as my teeth toy with her flesh, leaving a ghost of her caress on my cheek. I need her touch, the dig of her nails into my scalp, forcing me further into the warm depths of her pussy until I might suffocate. My tongue circles her clit slowly, lavishly, until her tiny breaths turn to whimpers. Her thighs shake around me, but it only encourages me. Inhaling every drop of her desire I can, I trail my gaze up her sumptuous body until we lock eyes again. Can she see how she makes the monster inside of me rattle in its cage?
“Touch me, Joanna,” I growl, the guttural sound coming from deep within the deserts of my being. “I shall not break.”
Even as my cock aches to be buried inside her, my quills pulsating around my shaft tormenting me, I cannot think of anything but tasting her release. Like a drug my body has never known it needed to survive, I must have it. Timidly, her hand grips my wet hair and directs me back between her plush thighs. The smugness in my grin is almost sickening. She so easily follows my command, just like I knew she would, just like I know she wants to.
Joanna wants to be told what to do, when to do, and to not have an ounce of thought in her beautiful head. She wants to surrender to a higher power until the stresses of her life melt away and I intend to be that power. My lips wrap around her clit and the moan that erupts from her shakes me to my core. The sands in my veins thrum with renewed life. It is as though I have not even truly lived before I knew the taste of my darling Joanna. The fledgling bond between us is growing stronger, every grain of sand in my body demanding completion. I cannot get enough of her. My fingers,my talons, dig into the flesh of her thigh while my other hand moves between us. Her pussy weeps, her slick drenching my fingers as I spread her lips to tease and toy with her slit.
“Oh god,” she cries out, those fingers pulling at my hair while her hips grind against my face. “Oh, fuck, please, fuck-”
She gasps again when at last I thrust a blunt finger into her slick heat. Her pussy pulses around me and my eyes close for a moment. I drink in the sounds, the feelings, the emotions rolling off her succulent body until I think I become one with her. I stroke my finger in and out, sucking and lapping at her clit while I do. Joanna’s stomach contracts, shakes, as she breathes faster and harder. I watch her reactions, let dribbles of my sands feed off of them as I bring her to the precipice of her orgasm. Her beautiful features are flushed crimson, eyes closed in ecstasy, and my own body throbs. I slip a second finger into her cunt with ease and curl them up, calling for her orgasm to come to me like a trained pet. My darling opens her mouth as if to speak or shout, but all that can come out as her pussy convulses around my fingers and her juices flood my mouth is a shocked, bitten-off sound, like she cannot believe what has happened. I keep pace, drawing out her climax until she is whimpering again.
As I pull my mouth away, I see the tear slip down her cheek. I surge up to kiss it away, refusing to remove my fingers from her clutches, still stroking and coaxing the pleasure from her body. My own barely contained and practically glowing with so much life. The bond between us vibrates with need. We are so close to becoming bound, so close for her soul to be tied to mine for eternity. She pushes at the back of my head as if she is begging for my teeth in her neck.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
An insistent, ear-shattering ringing starts. Joanna’s eyes open and she gasps again with shock. She rips her hand from my hair, and I almost yank it back. How dare she stop touching me? Be distracted during our final time together as two beings, I think not. As she reaches over the side of the chair for her purse, I take my opening and latch onto her throat, biting and sucking on her skin until I am certain there will be a mark. I am too distracted to realise she has not silenced the blasted thing but instead answered the phone with my fingers buried inside her.
“Hello.” Her voice shakes as she answers her phone, reedy and breathless. Her aura shifts noticeably as she listens to the caller. “Are you sure this can’t wait? No, no, I understand, it’s just-”
