He snatches me by my wrists and pins them above my head, making my back arch off the door as my nipples scrape against his shirt sending a jolt of desire down to my swollen clit. I grind myself against him, as I moan into his mouth.
His chest shudders as he spins me away from the wall and walks us towards the bed, his lips meeting mine angrily. My legs are locked around his back as he cradles my ass in his hands. He throws me down onto the bed, my body bouncing forcefully. His eyes drink me in. I’m completely naked, arms thrown out above my head, my dark hair fanning out around me in a wild mess, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He growls, kneeling between my legs before leaning onto his elbows as he hovers above me.
He crowds me as I lay sprawled out beneath him, feeling the weight of his body on top of mine, his jeans scratching up my legs. Our lips mesh together, each of us fighting for control.
He breaks our kiss, yanking his shirt off and revealing his scared, toned chest. It leaves his hair messy, his dark locks covering the scar that mars his face. He unbuttons his jeans, shirking them off in a hurry, leaving him in his black briefs that do nothing to hide his large hard on. I swallow, remembering how amazing he felt inside of me, as I roll him onto his back and straddle his hips. His cock strains beneath me, a wet spot forming in a perfect circle, his pre-cum bleeding through the fabric.
I lick my lips, wanting him to fill me. To fuck me until I can no longer form coherent sentences. Until I can no longer think of anything but the pleasure he gives me.
He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to him with a forceful tug. His hand stays connected to my neck, fingers wrapping around the front with a squeeze as we kiss. I grind my clit down on him, rocking against him unabashedly taking what I need.
“Take these off.” I demand, snapping the elastic band of his briefs. He rolls me over to my back, and wriggles out of his underwear, his cock smacking into his stomach with a loud thwap of skin meeting skin. I let out a giggle at the sound… the first in over a week I realize.
Walker has the same realization, letting a huge smile engulf his face, and holy fuck this man needs to smile more. I decide there and then that I would be willing to do some incredibly dirty things to him just to keep that look on his face.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Salem.”
He wraps his hands around my ankles and yanks me down to the edge of the bed, his smile still clinging to his face. His scruff scratches against my bare legs as he nips at the inner part of my thigh. My legs shake with need, tired of his taunting.
“Would you just fuck me already!” I bellow, feeling the frustration build inside of me.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready.” He replies with a snarl as he lines his face up to my needy entrance. I can feel myself clenching in anticipation. I should feel guilty, letting myself experience something other than the sharp pang of grief that’s been following me daily, but instead I feel a sense of giddiness. Elated that I can feel anything at all.
Walker licks around my clit with a flat tongue and my body erupts with goosebumps. All thoughts spill from my head other than here and now and this fucking blissful sensation. He eats me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life, shoving two fingers into my dripping cunt. He curls them expertly in time as he sucks my clit into his mouth. I clamp my legs around his head and shove my hand through his hair, directing him to where I need him most. His free hand pushes down on my lower stomach creating an extra level of pressure to the fingers he’s fucking me with.
He brings me right to the brink of orgasm, before he pulls away with an evil glint to his eyes.
“What the fuck! Walker!”
“That’s what I like to hear, Wildcat. Your lips screaming out my name.” He gives me a smile as he traces my clit with the tip of his hard dick.
“Are you on the pill?” He asks, teasing me as I wiggle my hips so I’m grinding down his length without him entering. It’s pure fucking torture. I want him inside of me right now, but then again, he does ask an important question. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to be making a baby with a demon and a supposed witch, let alone if we were fully human.
“I’m on the shot.” I confirm with the nod of my head. “And I’m clean last I checked.”
He growls in approval, sheathing his cock inside of me in one hard thrust. My head throws itself back on its own accord and I let out a loud moan.
“Oh God, yes.” I moan. Walker grabs my face, his eyes ablaze with anger, his eyes flashing -making me wonder if I’ve just woken his demon.
“You’ll not mention that name here, Wildcat. Understood?” My lips purse beneath the squeeze of his fingers, as I nod my agreement. He lets my face go and traces my bottom lip with his thumb as he continues thrusting into me. I gaze up at him, filled to the brim with want. I take everything he gives to me, legs spread wide as I pull him by his hips.
“Look at how pretty you look taking my cock.” He marvels, looking down to where we’re joined. I glance down and shudder in pleasure. Jesus, he’s so big. Filling me up just like I’ve been craving.
I feel a low electric current building within my veins. My eyes flutter at the extra sensation coating my body.
“Fuck, baby girl. What the hell is that?” Walker asks as he speeds up. I feel his balls slap hard against my skin as the electricity continues to build. It’s as if a million mouths are sucking my skin, every inch of me is being stimulated as my orgasm builds inside my core.
“Holy shit, don’t stop. Come for me, Salem.” Walker demands. “Come on my cock.” He growls yanking my head back until I look at him straight in his whiskey eyes.
He grips my neck with his free hand. My pulse flutters beneath his fingertips as he squeezes. His face is locked in bliss as he takes me right to the edge, but this time, this time I’m allowed to crash.
My release hits me like a tsunami, climbing down my spine and exploding out of me. My skin is alight as Walker roars. I feel his come shoot into me as his skin also takes on a faint glow.
I’ve heard of afterglows, but this shit? It was like someone cracked us and turned us into human glow-sticks.
“What the fuck is this, Salem?” he jumps off of me, looking down at his skin. The glow has already begun to fade on him, but me? I’m still alight like I belong on the top of a lighthouse.
