The thought of bloodshed soothes me, and I let myself sink into a deep, if short, sleep.
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When I awake three hours later, she’s still sound asleep, her head still against my chest. She’s so gorgeous like this, her fulllips parted, her long eyelashes resting on her pale cheeks tinged with soft pink, the moonlight filtering through the window making her dark curls shine. Then my eyes travel downward, and I inhale at the sight.
The blanket has slipped from her, revealing one of her creamy breasts. Her legs are straddling the sheets, and her beautiful bottom is in full view. I drag a finger over her breasts, onto her stomach, and around the back of her, cupping her globes. She moans slightly and my cock hardens.
Gently, I push her so she’s lying on her back, plant a deep kiss on her lips, then one on each of her nipples, before nestling myself between her legs. She moans loudly as I lap and suck her folds, then delve deep inside her. She’s still sleeping when I find the place that I know makes her crazy, and attack it relentlessly with my tongue, before darting back out and sucking on her clit.
She tastes so fucking good. I could spend the rest of my life with my face buried in her pussy.
She’s still asleep as her body starts to spasm, and I greedily lap up her creamy arousal while my fingers find her nipples and crush them between my fingers. The pain awakens her and she opens her eyes just as her body bucks from an intense orgasm.
She stares at me, her eyes full of a confused, foggy sort of bliss. I take a mental snapshot of her like that, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed, her hands tied, her body naked and mine. Then I turn her on her stomach and smack her ass hard.
The confusion melts under a squeal of surprised pain and I chuckle before planting a kiss on her freckled nose.
“Time to get up, pet,” I order, unfastening her handcuffs regretfully.
“Can you… Can you…” she hesitates, appearing to weigh her words. “I want you,” she finishes lamely, her eyes darting up to analyze my reaction.
I grin and give her another kiss, this time on her lips. “No time.We have to get ready.”
She sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes, clearly disappointed. I’m doing my best to keep my mind from my own arousal, but now’s not the time to get distracted. Before she’s even fully awake, I’ve pushed her toward the shower, getting in after her, and turn on the hot water.
“What time is it?” she mumbles as I begin to lather her with the cheap soap the motel room is stocked with.
“Not quite six,” I say. “Perfect time to finish our road trip. Now be quiet.”
It’s almost like I’m addicted to riling her up. But she doesn’t react other than by chewing her lower lip. I don’t know if it’s because she recognizes the threat is real, or because she’s not a morning person.
Probably the latter.
We’re a very mismatched couple in that way, because I definitelyama morning person. A night owl, too. In fact, three or four hours a night are more than sufficient for me. But she looks like she could use about three times as much sleep as I’ve allowed her.
Still, exhaustion doesn’t prevent her from looking as horny as I feel. She presses herself against me, her body flush against mine. My hands reach around her and land on her ass, before I slip a hand in her crack. She wriggles expectantly under me, but I merely apply soap to her, chortling at her renewed disappointment.
Now that she’s finally showing me how much she wants me, I’m getting off on denying her.
I really am a sadist.
I lather her nether regions a little longer than is strictly necessary before taking a plastic razor from the stand. Lifting each of her arms gently, I run it up and down her armpits and kiss them lightly. My stubble on her sensitive skin makes herjump, and I smirk.
Then I kneel between her legs and shave her mound, capture her clit in my mouth and suck it again. She whimpers, arching into me, and I can tell how much she wants it.
But I stand up again, and she actually groans in disappointment. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck you harder than I’ve ever fucked you before,” I growl. “But you’re going to have to be patient.”
She grits her teeth in annoyance, but I ignore her reaction and shut off the water. Then I gather her in a thin, grating towel and rub her dry.
She surprises me by suddenly pulling me into an embrace and pressing her lips to mine. The towel falls to the floor as I pick her up and crush her to the wall, her legs folding themselves around my waist. I kiss her forcefully, violently, but she returns every inch of my passion, biting my lip so hard I taste copper, her hands clawing into me.
I come up for breath at last, panting hard.
“Seraphina,” I breathe into her ear, and she shivers. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
“I want you,” she repeats, and this time, she’s wide awake, her large violet eyes fixed on mine as if daring me to walk away.
It takes everything I have to peel away from her. But I’m not going to let her call the shots. Not now, not ever.
