Spots blurred my vision. Noise was drown out. I couldn't see or hearing anything – anything but him. Only his words I could hear, his figure I could see. My world revolved around him in this moment, he was all that mattered.
My knees had to be bruised by now, from all the weight I was putting on them. He pounded into me hard from behind, his flesh meeting mine. I was drenched with sweat by now, my body flushed pale and my long blonde curls tumbled down in front of me.
On my hands and knees I heard flesh smack against flesh, heard his breathing ragged and sharp. I wondered how long it would be until he came…I must have cum three or four times by now. And with endurance, he still hadn't had his release. I wanted to take him into my mouth and help him…but no. he was doing this his way now.
His large, incredibly sized cock was buried to the hilt inside of me. With each stroke I cried out in sheer pleasure. My entire body trembled with the need for another release…for more and more ecstasy. It traveled all throughout my body, touching every inch of muscle and making each contract with pleasure, a sweet and delicious sensation.
His fingers twisted into my curls, and he forced my face up to meet my lips with his. His lips, though thin, were quite plump and soft from our fiery kisses. When he pulled away my eyes met his glowing, lust filled pink ones.
Lust for me.
He whispered my name as his lips kissed my jaw, my neck, moving downwards. And yet his hips still kept moving at an inhuman pace. Why hadn't he cum yet? Why wouldn't he stop!? The sensations were exquisite…but I begged for more, begged for mercy…for release. It was torturous.
One of his large hands cupped my breast, squeezing gently, and then tugging on my nipple. I cried out in pain and pleasure, saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. I wondered if he liked it when I screamed…I was sure he did. He was a Demon after all. And I was his Demoness.
Yet still, he was far older than me. Far more Superior…I could never match his power or strength. Perhaps that's why I was the way I was now, with feminine juices dripping between my legs, my lips parted and gasps of pleasure escaping them.
He let go of my hair and I laid my head down on the bed, looking back and up at him. His jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed in concentration, eyes glazed over. He was in some sort of Demonic Heat – one that I had yet to experience for myself. He raised his right hand and then smacked my ass playfully. It stung slightly, but I smiled. Then I pushed my hips back into him, arching my back more, and urging him to smack harder. I wanted the pain.
His expression turned soft. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and seductive.
"Yes!" I cried out, his hips still moving. They hadn't stopped once since we started.
He raised his hand and once again smacked my ass. Crying out, my head titled back in pleasure and heat of the moment. My clit ached for need and attention, and I was so close…so close…reaching between my legs and began to touch myself, rubbing my clit in a circular motion…I moaned loudly.
And then his thrusts stopped abruptly, and I whimpered. "What are you doing?" he asked, leaning over my body; he peered over my shoulder and looked down at where my hand was. Clicking his tongue, he frowned. He pulled out of me suddenly, and I whined, missing the fullness. Then he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my back.
Opening my mouth to speak, he glared down at me, his expression over – powering. He was giving me that "Don't Be Stubborn Right Now" look. A look I knew all too well. Closing my mouth and swallowing hard, I watched as the Demon spread my legs and moved his face between them. I blushed, embarrassed by his visual intrusion. But he didn't seem to care, watching my womanhood swell with more blood at my arousal…an arousal that was aching for his touch. He gazed up at me through his dark lashes, and then smiled.
"I love you."
I cried out as his lips latched onto the tiny bud that could cause me such great pleasure. He sucked hard, rough. I assumed he was a bit angry that I had touched myself. He never liked it when I did, he always insisted on being the one to give me pleasure. Masturbation was a no – no.
And his sucking, licking, tiny nips of his sharp teeth…it didn't take me long before I finally came against his mouth and cried out in pleasure, my body trembling and my toes curling. And then the feeling was gone, and my breathing began returning to normal.
Another intrusion got my attention, and I looked up to see that he had raised my legs above myself, and rested the backs of my knees on his shoulders. He held his still engorged cock in his right hand, pressing it against my well - slicked entrance teasingly.
"Beg."
"Please…"
"Louder."
"Please! Sebastian! I want it! Please fuck me until I can't walk in the morning!"
He peered down at me. "I'm not going to fuck you until you can't walk in the morning. I'm going to MAKE LOVE to you until you can't walk in the morning." And with that he entered me roughly, making me cry out again. He pounded harder and faster into me, showing no mercy. His grip on my hips tightened, and his eyes never left mine.
I could feel him all around me, his length touching every inch of my inner walls. He tortured my G – Spot relentlessly.
By now I was screaming in pleasure. That was all I could do – my hands frantically searched for something to hold onto, and once I felt his fingers lace with mine, I blushed and had to look away.
"Look at me."
It was an order, not a request. And I complied, meeting his pink gaze again, drawing me in. He snapped his hips forward in eagerness, and I knew that he was close.
Very close.
And the rate of his thrusts had me crying out again. Once. Twice. A few more times, and then I fell over the edge and into another earth – shattering orgasm. His final few thrusts made me ride out the pleasure, until he slammed into me one last time and stilled – calling out my name through grit teeth.
Moments passed, the silence was surrounded us, besides our labored breathing. If we had Human hearts they'd be beating as well. I swallowed hard and looked up at him, running my fingers through his sweaty locks. He smiled down at me, taking my hand in his and kissing the knuckles softly.
"I love you."
"I know." I replied. The fullness of him was gone a moment later, and he rolled over onto his back. He pulled me against him, locking me in a death – like grip. If I tried to leave, he wouldn't let me.
But I had no intention of leaving now. I was so exhausted that the thought didn't even cross my mind. Only a few hours ago had I asked him to make love to me like a Demon would.
And he had done just that.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hi everyone! This is something I wanted to do for a while, but wasn't entirely sure. I have no idea if I'm going to write a second chapter, or if there will really be any plot to this. What do you guys think of it?
I've been really strung up on fanfiction ideas. I keep getting a million of them, but by the time I go to write one I lose inspiration for it. :/
How would you guys like a Doll x Sebastian one – shot? I think that'd be fun to write ^^
And for those of you who were reading Frenzy, I took it down because of some personal reasons and other issues. PM if you really want to know why.
Please review ^^