Ariella
He leads me down the stark-white corridor. This is spiralling out of control quickly.
I talk to myself. As long as I don't change... or touch him too hard… Ugh… I can’t stop this now.
We stop outside room number 132 and then I follow him inside his apartment. I can't smell any feminine scents in here, and I'm relieved because I don't know if I'd be able to control my jealousy if Carisse had been here.
“I got this place last week. No one’s been here except you,” he says as if he’s just read my mind. I push the door closed before I turn to face him. He's standing a few steps away from me, leisurely looking down my body. “You've changed,” he says as he unbuttons his coat.
I shrug off my jacket so it falls to the floor, and then I watch his eyes roam over me. “I have.”
He throws his coat somewhere, but I’m too busy watching his thick ass arms flexing before they disappear under the sleeves of that black tee he’s still wearing.
He licks his lips. “Your hair, your eyes...”
I slowly take a step closer to him. “Do you still want me like this?” I ask while I remember how good it's been the two other times before when we've done this.
He narrows his dark spheres. “More than ever.”
I take the last step towards him to place a hand on his chest. His heart is racing like mine; I can hear and feel it. “If we do this...” I say quietly. “…you gotta listen to everything I say.” I look up at him. “I don't wanna hurt you.”
He nods his head.
His scent is driving the ware in me wild. I can’t stop thinkin’ about all the rough shit I want him to do to my body. “I don't want you to be gentle with me, Davonyé. I want it rough. Bite me, scratch me, mark me, just don't hold back…” God, why is saying that to him such a turn on? “I want you to own me…” I slip a hand up his tee and hear him suck in a breath as I feel the hard ripples on his abdomen. “…Make me believe that I’m yours. I know we ain’t spoken about what I am now, but you can't hurt me... Not yet...”
His eyes narrow. “Is that so, huh, shawty?” He pulls me hard against his body and fists my hair before attacking my mouth with his.
Fuck, yes!
His hands work on my clothes between kisses, and soon I'm topless and stepping out of my jeans.
He reaches for me again, but I manage some self-control and gently push him back. His eyes widen but I don't give him time to think too much about my strength. Instead, I grab the front of his tee so I can rip it off him. I throw it to the floor and then run my hands over his incredible body. His scent is even stronger now and I can smell that he's aroused like hell. I hope he likes it rough if he changes, cuz just the thought of this body even more powerful than it is now and being able to dominate me is exciting as fuck.
I pull on his jeans and the button pops off. Okay… so I need to control myself because already the arousal in me is way too much. “I’m sorry,” I say quietly and look up at him. “I’m trying…” Trying to what? Not fuck him up? Ugh… “I’ll buy you new ones.”
“No, you won’t,” he says and finishes taking off his jeans himself. “And you ain’t gotta apologise to me either.” I blink and he’s pushed me against the wall and his hard-on is digging into my navel. He lowers his head to my shoulder. “You smell... Fuck, Ariella... Foreplay or no?” he asks before he pulls the skin above my collarbone between his teeth.
My pussy throbs in need and I shake my head. “No.” Fuck foreplay. I’m as wet as a damn ocean already.
“Then I need a condom,” he says and tries to turn away from me, but I grab his arm to stop him.
Now I’ve changed, I can actually sense that he’s clean, and I’m amazed. It’s like my body tells me what I need to know just by thinking about it. I shake my head. “No condom.”
He frowns. “But—”
“I can't get pregnant while I’m human and I know you’re good. I can sense it.”
His eyes light up at that. “Straight fuck, then,” he says and then tears off my panties. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. “I'm gonna give you a tour of my place,” he adds, and then he holds me with only one arm and slides his dick through my slick pussy lips.
I gasp hard.
“Damn you're wet,” he whispers as he edges into me.
“Yes,” I moan as every inch of his dick that fills me burns the hell out of me. God, yes, this is what I need; this is what I've been needin’.
He suddenly stops when he’s half way in to look me in the eyes. “I can't hurt you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He releases his grip on his dick and then grabs my thighs to bury himself deep inside me with one fluid stroke.
I try desperately not to hold his arms too tight and cry out. “Fuck!” A mixture of pain and pleasure ripples through me. I didn’t think he could hurt me anymore?
“I'm sure I just saw pain,” he says while smirking.
I blink in surprise but can’t help but smirk, too. “It was, but I need it so don't fucking stop.”
“Oh, shawty, I ain't gonna,” he says, and then he gives it to me hard.
He works his waist, pulling out and then thrusting back inside. It’s so good... He doesn't hold back either. He pounds into me, using the wall behind me as leverage to get all the way in. He winds his hips and touches all my walls, teasing me with just a little of his length and then giving me all of it.
I keep my hands on his arms, somewhere safe where I can't hurt him and then dig my nails into his skin. He closes his eyes and then rests his head on my shoulder. He bites me hard and sucks on my skin. He listened to what I said, and I become lost to pleasure. I moan over and over at the pain that causes even more pleasure. Shit, I could never have imagined it could be this good.
“Harder!” I demand while tightening around his dick.
“Fuck!” He groans, but it sounds like I've almost hurt him. I do it again but not so hard, and this time he groans more like he enjoys it.
We sync and the pace is fast, he's relentless with his thrusts and it drives me wild. I cry out when he goes too far but the more it hurts, the more I need it.
“If you don't fuck me harder,” I warn him, realising he's still holding back. Maybe he's never been with someone that can take all that wood he has, but I ain't any girl, and I need all that dick.
“Ariella,” he says ominously before he moves one hand from my thigh to my waist. We’re moving now.
I squeeze him while he walks and he lets out a moan that makes my stomach flutter. He rests me down on something cool to the touch and I realise I'm on his dining table. He stays inside me and then holds my thighs back. The sight of him between my legs like that makes me feel things.
“You want this shit deep?” he asks, grinding his dick inside me.
I cry out when I feel him touch my womb. “Fuck!” He's definitely tryna do some damage now. “Yes! More.” I beg. I beg so damn much.
He grips my thighs tightly and fuckin’ destroys me. He takes every bit of my sense and ignites every nerve in my body. I’m climbing towards the climax of my life right now. He’s taming my inner wolf by the way he's fucking me, and I scream out in ecstasy.
He groans. “Your pussy gets so damn tight, I can barely fuckin’ move my dick in there.”
I’m so close to coming that I can't stop the tightening inside. I'm trying not to tense too hard, but I can't help it. I close my eyes and start gasping… God, I’m almost there... He suddenly pinches both my nipples and I lose my shit.
“I’m cum…” Pleasure… Everywhere… It’s so intense… Fuck! I’m seeing stars and have to claw the wood of the table to stay grounded.
“Jesus, Ariella,” I hear him, his voice hoarser than it’s ever been. “You’re sexy as fuck. I can’t wait to come all up inside you…”
Shitttt, I love that!
It feels like forever before I begin to come down. He pulls out and I feel his fingers on my pussy. “…I ain't cumming yet, though.” He lowers between my thighs and eats my pussy like he ain't eaten for a week. “You taste like fuckin’ Hershey’s kisses…” I hear him say, but I can't focus on the rest. I’m trying to keep my legs up because he's making me cum again.
My entire body trembles as the waves come like multiple tsunami’s. Fuck! I swear he's gonna kill me. He sinks his dick back inside me and another wave of pleasure racks my body, but then he picks me back up and after a few more steps, lowers me down into the corner of his couch.
He gives it to me slow and deep now, and I feel the sweat on his body as he moves against me. He holds my ass and lifts my body up to meet every one of his strokes. I rest my hands on his firm ass to pull him in. He goes deeper with each roll of his hips, over and over, almost like he’s seeing if he can go further each time. He kisses my neck and then kisses me, teasing me with his lips and tongue.
He ain't even a fucking ware yet, but he's seriously handling his role to me right now. I'm actually scared to think of the damage he's gonna do to my body when he’s my kind. Thank fuck I heal fast, that’s all I can say.
“Bae,” he whispers against my lips, making my heart skip a beat. “I don't want this shit to end. Tell me you ain't gonna stop seeing me... Promise me this ain't the last time.”
His eyes bore longingly into mine and I become deep in my feelings. I wanna touch his face so bad, but I keep my hands where they are and pull him closer. “This ain't the last time. I told you, there ain't no going back.”
He whispers my name like a prayer and then fucks me like his mission is to let himself go. He's been holding back from cumming because of that?
My thoughts scatter as his thrusts become more urgent and I get swept up in his need for release. His scent of arousal floods my senses; he smells so good that I have to mentally calm myself down.
I can’t change now.
I raise up to kiss him deeply, but suddenly my canines are bared and I’m leaking bane.
Fuck!
I'm marking him, but I can't stop. I can't... I’m too caught up in emotion and the way I feel about him. He’s almost there, and when he pulls his lips from mine and groans, I feel him still and I’m pulled into a life changing climax with him.
I look up and watch him become lost to pleasure. He looks so beautiful to me.
“Davonyé,” I moan while he rides out his release. He opens his eyes to look at me. “I love you,” I whisper. It feels so natural to tell him, too, and I don’t regret telling him for one second.
He gives me a look that tells me he feels the same. “Fuck, Ariella,” he says softly. “I love you, too.” And then he kisses me to show me how much.