Without self-righteousness.
Without any fake fucking Prince Charming.
Instead, it was me.
A mind that was deep but also soiled.
A man convinced that there was no profanity except what was made that way by eyes that saw it or ears that heard it.
I was a romantic. In my own way.
One of those bad-tempered romantics, one of those who refused to hide behind some angelic mask and was never afraid of showing his real imperfections.
One of those romantics who stripped women of their modesty along with their clothes and brought out the whore in them.
Arealromantic, in short. Realer than most.
“I want you,” I whispered, my breath controlled but my arousal running wild. I should have held back, but I was too hungry by then.
I was hungry for her, for her mouth and her eyes.
I was starving for her body, her little nose, and the funny faces she made.
I was hungry for her delicate curves and velvety legs.
I wanted to devour her warm heart.
I wanted to get inside her and befuddle my darkness with her light. I wanted her screams to be the soundtrack to all my cursed fantasies.
“Me too,” she admitted in a gasp. I let her wrists go and moved my hands to her sides. She clung to me, spreading her legs so I could grind myself against the apex of her thighs. Selene shook from head to toe, her palms sweating and her eyelids flickering in time with the waves of pleasure that I drew straight out of her soul.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” I warned, though the hoarseness of my voice suggested just the opposite.
Selene emitted a tiny groan. It always got her going when I talked to her under my breath like that, with that low timbre, even if it did embarrass her too.
That’s how she was.
Still shut up in her prudish little world despite everything we’d done together.
She could have had me kneeling at her feet with the crook of her finger but she never would.
She wasn’t like Jennifer.
She was seducing me slowly with her mind, to who knew what end. I had long known what she really wanted from me but I was working hard to keep her from getting it.
She was something pure, something lovely that made me feel alive.
“Neil…” My name emerged from her lush lips as a moan while I unhooked her bra and began to pull it away from her small breasts. My hand cupped her firm flesh. I could even feel her rapid breathing underneath.
“Ditch the bra.” My movements grew impatient and I tugged it off her quickly because it was still dangling from her arms and I wanted see her free from any restraints.
“I’ve thought about nothing but sucking on these,” I confessed, biting her neck. Selene raised her hips to meet me, growing bolder. Little by little, she grew ready and hot. My cock twitched, and I felt my glans, exposed and overstimulated, rubbing hard against the fabric of my underwear.
“Do it,” she whispered. Apparently her good sense had abandoned her. I could tell by the tone of her voice, the way she was moving and her hands, which were now clutching my ass.
Her curves fit perfectly into the sharp angles of my body, like we were one being. I grinned sensually at her and sat up on my knees, positioning one on either side of her torso, caging her in.
“Now I’ll show you what I’ve been wanting to do to you all night,” I said in a provocative whisper.
