Fear the Wicked (Illusions Series Book 2)(71)
I slapped her on the ass for thinking she had the right to demand anything from me, but secretly, I enjoyed it. Never in the years I watched her growing up did I think she’d be so fun in bed, but that just goes to show you never know a person until you’ve been inside them.
On my knees behind her, I trained my eyes on the condemned man hanging above us as I bent over to take a playful bite of the skin of her ass. She cried out, moisture glistening between her legs as she whimpered and begged, her hips moving slowly as I slipped a finger inside the wet heat of her body to find that she was oh so ready.
Pushing myself back up, I tilted my head to the dying man and smiled. “Don’t you wish you’d had the opportunity to taste her before I jumped you on the side of that road? I’ll let you watch as your body slowly dies, and along with it the demon of memory that has infected my wife. After tonight, you’ll be banished back to the Hell you came from while I continue enjoying her.”
He blinked down at me, but it was the only indication he’d understood a damn word I’d said. It was a pity, really, I would have liked to know the thoughts running through his mind while two people fucked on the ground while he was slowly fading.
With one hand gripped to her hip I used the other to position myself at her opening, and with my eyes still gazing at the pathetic bastard nailed to the cross, my grin stretched wider as I pushed inside. Heaven was the only way to describe the tight wet heat that welcomed my cock, gripping at it with greedy muscles as I entered her, inch by glorious inch, until our bodies were pressed together. She moaned out her pleasure, her chin tilting up and her hair falling from her head to tumble over her shoulders. My hips pulled back, pushed back in, my own mouth dropping open.
Sliding a hand up her back, I gripped my hand into the back of her thick hair, using it like reins to tilt her head further, to lift her hands from the floor and force her to look upon the symbol of her savior while I thrust inside her without concern of care. A scream erupted from her lips. Not from fear, but pleasure, and she tightened around me as her body had its first stirring of an orgasm that would rush through her.
“Confess,” I whispered, wanting to hear her thoughts, wanting to own every part of her - mind, body and soul.
Yanking harder on her hair, I felt her body tighten around me even more. I bit down on my lip and slowed my pace just to keep from coming at that moment. Her cries were like music to my ears, her need for pain a siren’s song that called out to me threatening to wreck my very soul on the jagged rocks of her shoreline. My fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of her hips, my teeth clenching together with the need to sink into the sweet tissues of her body. I couldn’t continue like this, I needed all of her.
Pulling out, I ignored her groan in complaint as I wrapped an arm around her wrist and jerked her from the floor to flip her over and throw her on her back. She laughed, her hair splaying around her in crazy waves, the dancing light of candles shimmering across her skin like the fingers of an enamored lover. Nobody would ever be able to deny that my girl was beautiful, the purity of her soul calling out to the parts of me that had once been good.
What would have happened if I’d never been turned into the monster I’d become? What could we have been if I’d been a good man when I met her? I couldn’t think of what would never be, couldn’t allow the pain of it to dilute the heat of the moment. My cock was pressed to her entrance, my eyes trained down on her face as she stared up at me with true adoration glinting behind her green eyes.
Fuck! What was wrong with me? For a split second I almost felt the skip of my heart, almost believed that it was possible for me to feel love. She wiggled her body against me, begging – always begging – and I pushed myself inside to steal that smile from her lips and force her mouth open on a guttural moan. Her chest arched up toward me, teasing me with the tight nipples of her breasts, and I took the opportunity to do what I’d wanted to do all along. Bending over her while grabbing the backs of her knees to lift her legs and drive myself deeper, I took the tip of her breast into my mouth, biting down until she cried out, and then licked away the pain with the tip of my tongue. Her hips bucked against mine, her legs bending where I held them.
Muscles rippling over my cock, she was swept away by her orgasm, and I struggled to keep from joining her, but lost that fucking battle. Thrusting my cock even deeper, I let go to my need to come, spilling my seed into her sweet body as I watched her fall apart beneath me.
Sweat dripped from my chest to her skin, the drops shimmering beneath the candlelight, and as we both came down from the high, I looked up one more time to smile at a man who endured his slow agony, his eyes still looking back at the fun he wasn’t having.
Leaning down to whisper in Eve’s ear, I demanded, “Look up at the demon and say goodbye, my love. After tonight, he’ll never be able to affect you again. You are pure, freed of the sin and evil that you carried. Wave to him and say goodbye.”
A smile spread across her face that only highlighted her beauty. Leaning her head back so that her chest arched up in the position, she smiled at the man hanging from his cross and waved a hand. “Goodbye,” she said, the peace she was feeling lacing her words. The man didn’t blink in reaction.
Laughter shook my chest just looking at the poor bastard, pride filling my heart to know that this moment was just the beginning of the end.
JACOB