Desire ignited in me like gasoline set aflame. My sex stiffened so hard, I gasped. It ached with desperate desire to press against and then into the woman before me. My length took on a will of its own the way it demanded its needs be acknowledged. My inner voice swore that I would die if I did not make this woman mine this very instant.
Finding her feet, Emma slowly crossed the room as if worried she’d startle me. I briefly wondered what she thought of my barren quarters. Where hers had been full of colors, pictures, and books, mine was gray and devoid of life. There was a narrow bed and a simple table with one chair tucked under it. She wasn’t looking at my room though.
Through her dress, I could see the slight darkening of her areolas. It wouldn’t take much to remove that slip of a garment. She hadn’t yet washed her hair and it wildly framed her face in a way that reminded me how it looked after I ran my hands through it when I kissed her senseless.
Emma reached out a shaking hand and touched the side of my abs that weren’t bandaged. I felt it then. Underlying the electric heat was pure unadulterated fear.
She knows she’s going to die.
Looking up into my face, my normally powerful and confident Emma was without hope. As she spoke, her words broke. “Calan, I need you.” With that, she reached down and closed her hand around my hardness.
My eyes slammed shut and my head fell back as my body surrendered to her touch and begged to claim her. I too was ready to give in to oblivion, to forget everything that threatened to tear my heart out from my chest.
I pushed the straps of her dress over her shoulders and tugged them down until she was forced to release me. The fabric of her dress slipped down and over the peak of her hard nipples and at once I knew the scratch of the material against them sent a wave of moisture to her sex. I felt the feminine sensation like an echo, resonating through my body.
The sight of her bare breasts overwhelmed me. They were the perfect size for me to palm and a blush crept along her pale flesh. Each time we had given in to lust, we had been clothed. This exposure took my feelings for her to a new depth when I thought I could not delve any deeper. My desire now felt utterly raw in the wake of her naked breasts. Having trapped her arms at her sides with the straps, I leaned over and worshipped her tight nipples, laving them with my tongue. They were tangy and sweet, and my straining length begged to bury itself in her hand again but I refused and kept her arms pinned at her sides.
Moving up, I lavished her neck with slow, hot kisses then dipped back down to flick the tips of her nipples with my tongue. She gasped with each tap of my tongue and I sensed through our strange connection pleasure jolting to her sex in time with my tongue. I pushed the dress further down her body and over her delicate hips until it puddled on the ground leaving her clad in nothing but her necklace. She whispered my name in a husky voice, and her need went from hot to molten. Again, Iknewwetness was rapidly pooling between her thighs.
She took my breath away. Her limbs were so delicate in comparison to mine and lacked muscle definition because she had lived a softer life than I. Her skin reminded me of the baby lambs after they’d been shorn, but it was pulled taut over her slim, nubile limbs. My sex twitched in desperation.
I was so in awe of this angel, I wanted to fall to my knees before her. So I did. Tracing my hands down the sides of her stomach, my grip tightened at her hips for a moment before one hand slipped to the small patch of soft, tawny curls between her legs. My fingers explored the folds of impossibly soft flesh. I reveled in each gasp of pleasure, every moan. I felt the twist of her pleasure echo in my own body as the psychic biofeedback of her arousal fed my own. The amount of restraint it took to not throw her on the ground and enter her caused me physical pain.
Emma’s face contorted as my thumb brushed over a small nub. I brushed it again and she gasped harder than before and begged for more. So I gave it to her. I brushed against it lightly, over and over again then dipped my mouth to those now dripping hot folds. I touched my tongue to it. The intoxicating taste mirrored the tanginess of her nipples but was a darker, deeper flavor. I craved more. I sucked on her lower lips and Emma’s nails bit into my shoulder.
“Calan, I don’t think I can stand for much longer.” As she said it, I noticed her knees wobbled unsteadily.
I thought to move her to the bed, but it was so small. I decided to pull her down to the ground instead. As I laid her back, she brought her knees up. I crawled in between them and tested the wetness of her sex again with one finger. The sight of her exposed and laid out was the most erotic sight I’d ever know. The image burned itself into my memory right then, and I knew I would never be more fulfilled than this moment where I was allowed for a time to worship her body. Dark thoughts of Emma’s impending sacrifice threatened to swallow my absolution. I fought them back, they would overcome me soon enough.
I dipped my finger in as deep as my second knuckle a couple of times before Emma gave a guttural growl. When I looked up, she was scowling down at me. I added a second finger and pushed them all the way into her body. Her body arched off the floor like she’d been struck by lightning. Her wrist flew to her mouth where she bit on it to suppress a scream. I pumped my fingers into her again and again, feeling the shooting bolts of her pleasure go through me.
Continuing to pump, I grabbed my length tightly with my other hand to keep myself from coming. My balls were drawn tight and the tip of my manhood was sticky and wet. Swallowing hard past the lump in my throat, I waited until I was sure I could control myself then bent over and sucked on the nub that had caused her so much pleasure before.
Her hips shot up again and I felt the orgasm rip through her body. Not just squeezing and pulsating around my fingers, I felt it from the inside. It was like a rubber band had been twisted almost past its breaking point, then when it broke, the bands wildly shuddered as they released at the speed of light. I had to reach back down immediately to grab ahold of myself to stop from orgasming. I grasped myself painfully tight.
Emma screamed my name into her wrist as she bit down on it again. When her body relaxed and her hand fell away, I saw she had drawn blood with her teeth. I slowly removed my fingers from her now gushing center. She jerked when they slid out.
Her hand moved to cover her eyes instead of her mouth this time, and the shudder rocking her body was no longer sexual. It was a sob.
I crawled up to lie next to her on the floor, propping my head up to better observe her. I wished I could see her eyes but what I saw were the tears rolling down from under her palm, dripping off her cheeks and onto my bicep.
“I don’t want to die.” Her voice was ragged, and a gang of razors tore through my heart. I reached over and pulled her into my body where she buried her face in my chest and broke fully into sobs. Tears formed in my eyes and soon wet trails led down my cheeks, too. We held each other, unable to pretend everything was going to be alright anymore.
Prophecy is the powerful river dragging us all toward the inevitable.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
There on the floor, crying with Emma, I closed my eyes, trying to block out the fear that threatened to engulf both of us. I thought I knew the hardness of a life of repentance, but this was almost more than I could bear. For a moment, I didn’t care if the Stygian claimed this world, because the thought of losing Emma brought hell on earth to me. I held her tight, never wanting to let her go.
When she pulled back, Emma realized I was still hard and reached a hand down to touch me but I stopped her.
“I can’t,” I said softly.
“Do you want me to use my mouth?” She asked, wiping her eyes.
I shook my head, my heart tired and leaden now. “No, I mean I can’t, Emma.”
She looked at me with disbelief before extracting herself from my arms and trying to get to her feet, but her legs were unsteady and it took a moment. “So what, you are just doing me a favor? Servicing me before I go to my death? Preserving my virginity for the sacrifice?”
