| Subject: Chapter 15: Dark Desires (NC-17) (What a place to leave you--I know. *wg* *hee hee hee* ;-P) |
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Date Posted: 23:44:22 12/10/01 Mon
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Sanlin
's message, "Welcome everyone :-D and a repost of "It's Absurd"" on 18:05:34 12/01/01 Sat
“Hey, Sleepyhead,” she laughed, brushing a stray cinnamon curl of silken-soft hair from his face. She saw the feral light that burned deep within his eyes. Nevertheless, she teased him lightly, saying, “Hungry?”
Before she could react and without any hint of preamble or warning, Michael grabbed her by the arms. In one fluid movement, he rolled her over, letting his body move with hers until he was on top of her and she was pinned beneath him.
Wordlessly, he devoured her mouth in a deep, sultry kiss; tasting her delicate sweetness and feeling his body come alive, trembling with his overwhelming desire for her. He drew her into a fierce, powerful embrace.
She responded by freeing her hands from under his weight and reaching up to delicately stroke his shoulders and back with her feather-light fingertips. She showered his throat in butterfly kisses, alternating between suckling on the sensitive pulse-points of his neck and nipping his tender earlobes. She licked his chin and gave it a playful nibble, before reclaiming his sensual lips for another long, searing kiss.
“I’m starved,” he managed to groan, breaking away from her kiss long enough to regard her lovely face like a beggar invited unexpectedly to a King’s banquet.
He growled passionately and captured the base of her neck between his sharp teeth. He could see her heart beating, pulsing irresistibly under her fair, cream-colored skin. Nikita groaned and trembled submissively as he bit stingingly into her unprotected flesh. She moved her head from side-to-side and Michael’s teeth remained locked mercilessly onto her throat.
“Michael…” she gasped, tilting her head back to expose more of her throat to his skillful touch.
Relentlessly, he spread her legs further apart with his knees. Nikita took the long, smooth fingers of his right hand and place them into her mouth, suckling them tenderly and grazing his fingertips with her teeth.
Groaning softly, he withdrew his wet fingers and plunged them into the hot, quivering depths of her feminine core.
She moaned and clawed wildly at his back. He thrust his fingers repeatedly into her hot, silken depths. She moved her hips rhythmically against his hand, almost going insane from the overpowering feeling of having a part of him, her lover, moving deep inside of her. She cried out, tangling her fingers in his tousled hair. He released his hold on her throat and suckled her breasts, tracing slow, erotic circles on her sensitive flesh with his hot tongue and teasing her nipples to taut, aching awareness by grazing them lightly with his teeth. Whereas her mouth had been sweetest honey, her nipples were tart almonds and sugared peaches. He devoured them greedily.
“Michael,” she gasped, “Please, please… More.”
He worked his fingers into her hidden depths, pushing harder, faster, and deeper as she writhed and moaned from his dutiful attentions. Reflexively, she tightened her internal muscles around his deep, probing fingers. She became even more aroused as he plunged his fingers into her roughly, increasing the friction of his fingertips rubbing against her sensitive inner walls. Remorselessly, he searched out the center of her pleasure. His deep, powerful strokes made her whimper and groan, thrashing her head back and forth. She moaned, desperate for release.
An inhuman scream tore from Nikita’s throat as she wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him down to her. She begged, “Please, I need you… Please.” She broke away from his exquisite torture long enough to reach out and caress his throbbing manhood. He moaned incoherently in response. She stroked his hard, turgid shaft as he continued to pleasure her. She could feel him growing harder and thicker; but she needed more. She wanted to feel him, all of him, deep inside her.
Seeing a fierce, answering need when she locked her passion-filled gaze onto his panther-like, jade-green eyes, she released her scissor-lock grip on his waist. Panting, trembling from Nikita’s actions, Michael freed himself from her grasp. He rolled her face down on the bed and stroked her hard, quivering buttocks possessively.
Nikita groaned and trembled, waiting for him join his firm, powerful body to her soft, yielding flesh.
Momentarily, looking down at his angel lying beneath him, he recovered his senses enough to consider his actions. His heart was pounding, fiercely beating and echoing in his ears like rolling thunder. His breath tore from his body in ragged, shuddering gasps, punctuated by inhuman growls and deep, desperate groans.
Nikita, prone, defenseless and pinned by his superior strength, was waiting for him to claim her body. And he wanted to. He hungered to mark her and claim her. It was his right, his birthright and destiny to beat his manhood into his chosen mate until she screamed her surrender. He wanted to dominate her utterly and take her for his own, against all challenges or rivals.
He growled ravenously and locked his eyes onto her submissive, trembling form. Her eager, quivering buttocks and firm, lily-white neck tempted him, driving him beyond reason or restraint. Her small, impatient whimpers and urgent moans inflamed his animal passions even more. He felt the last vestiges of his self-control slipping away…
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