I'm finally back! I'm sorry for such a long break but I decided to write out a couple of chapters at a time so I can avoid backlog.
I'd like to thank Rukes for her editing skills and sticking with me after all this time as well as hunterofcomedy for giving the inspiration and encouragement needed to continue! You guys rock! :D
This is rated M. Its sex, plain and simple.
"I-Ichigo!"
His named left her in a chocked sob. Desire filled eyes shut tightly, body wrapped around his as he moved within her without pause; hips rocking against her now overly sensitive skin.
"Little one..." Ichigo panted out, tugging Rukia closer to him by her hip with the hand that wasn't already tangled in her disheveled raven locks.
They had lost control once again. Their almost feral activities against the office wall somehow gradually shifted to the demonic butler being buried deep within his master as he sat in her large work chair; Rukia straddling him, clinging to his strong form as his speed quickened.
"Ichigo, you...!"
He cut her off with a fierce kiss, his lips nipping and lapping at her own. Bruising them as he crushed her bare chest to his with a deep growl.
The front of her evening wear and elegant corset was long ripped open due to the desperate and impatient actions of the lust driven demon before her. The rough material grazing against her pert nipples in response. A gasp left her parted lips when their mouths reluctantly broke apart. Air seemingly becoming an irritating necessity to the two lovers.
The chair squeaked in response to their movements. His hips rocking up from below slowed; the hold of his large hands on her hips surely bruising her pale skin as he fought her for dominance, even now.
But Ichigo was in control, bring her up and down on his shaft now in leisurely, rough movements—Rukia had no power as they were and he planned to keep it that way. Though, Ichigo could not hold back the snarl that left his throat when she tried to fight him once again for power. Her hips desperately attempted to move in sync with his, the petite woman's panting breath now against his neck.
Her actions caused him to slow his movements even further, seemingly in punishment . . . nearly stopping completely. The noble let out a strained whimper, practically at her peak. Sharp nails biting into the skin of his back through his shirt in her lust filled haze, red marks sure to show on his naturally tanned skin.
In any normal circumstance, this time would be like every other; fast, frantic, and raw. They wouldn't have time to tease . . . to prod at each other's self-control and yet, seeing Rukia before him in such an intimate way—so desperate and trusting of him—it triggered a strange, inner calm sensation that seemed to spread within the demon. A sense of belonging and completion warmed the male and he let out a shaky sigh, head lulling back against the headrest, hips now coming to a stop.
Ichigo closed his eyes and just absorbed the way she felt. Snug, hot and blissfully wet, "So good. I fit inside you so damn good."
His voice was raw, completely lost in his master as she mewed and scratched at his clothed back. Small licks were peppered along his neck as encouragement for him to continue his domination of her clearly willing body.
Though, when the butler held his ground, she knew what he wanted—the only way for Ichigo to stop fighting his animal instincts was her complete submission to him.
"Please let me come," she whispered desperately against his skin, her body trembling on edge, trying to break away from the hold he had on her hips, "Ichi-go, please."
A moan and then the demon pulled at her hair a little with the hand that wasn't holding her in place; and somehow he managed to do so gently, yet demanding. Pulling her from the nook of his neck so he could smooth her runaway hair away from her features, his crimson gaze soft.
Rukia's dazed eyes met his and she had to bite her bottom lip at the clear affection that she found in his glazed over shades of red.
The man that should have been as desperate as her was looking at her as if she were some precious being he wished to cherish for all eternity.
Ichigo was gazing at her as if he loved her and the illusion nearly brought tears to her eyes.
"Please." Nuzzling the palm that was now cupping her flushed cheek, a sob left her; "I want to come."
At the sound of her whimpered words, Ichigo shuddered and blinked rapidly. His hand left her hip, giving her control to do as she pleased; and yet, Rukia was now frozen in place, amazement clearly shining within her violent gaze as she met his stare.
Bright red eyes, a shade she had never quite seen before watched her with hooded lust. Pupils surrounded in a tinted blue, the darkened room causing them to glow beautifully as Ichigo panted before her with his canines extended, resting against his lower lip.
Her soft pleads, flushed cheeks and clear admiration brought out his inner beast. The butler's hips rocked forward once against his control, his length hardening further in her without thought.
Ichigo Kurosaki could feel himself losing control of what little humanity he withheld. The hissing voice of his inner monster deafening; Take her. Take her. Take her. TAKE HER NOW!
Bright crimson closed, the voice within him increasing in volume and demand;
MAKE HER YOURS!
The voice was screaming now, ordering him and Ichigo violently cringed.
"Ichigo, look at me."
She moved forward when his eyes snapped opened and widened in realization of his clear lost of sanity. The noble cupped the berry's jaw gently, gaining his attention before he could flinch away.
"I'm right here, Ichigo. I'm not going anywhere…"
The tiny Kuchiki's calming words lulled him, the voice within him quieting, nearly purring as she ran her tiny hands lovingly over his sharp features.
In that exact moment, he came to the realization that Rukia Kuchiki had tamed his darkness to some extent. Scarlet eyes watched her as she carefully brushed her soft lips against his.
"Beautiful," She whispered without thought, deep violet orbs falling shut as she breathed him in.
His eyes were hooded as he tugged her closer, nipping at her slightly swollen lips with care, "I won't harm you, little one."
His big hands tangled in her long midnight strands, her much smaller palms pressed against his bare chest as she stroked at his warm skin, content that in the mix of their blinded desire, she had managed to unbutton his vest and tug his dress shirt free.
He was always so warm.
"I know." Rukia nuzzled against his cheek in reassurance, the action and her complete honesty causing his breath to get caught in the back of his throat.
A hand found her cheek once again, pulling her down for another breathtaking kiss that left them both dizzy with desire.
"Ichigo…" His name came out soft and nearly whine-like. The demon smirked.
"Very well," the man sighed playfully, an ungloved hand finding her chest as the other moved down to the desperate ache between her thighs.
Rukia moved closer to his warmth, a shaky moan leaving her.
He stroked at her soft skin, his smirk still in place-
I love you.
The three words nudged at her thoughts as he readied her once again, not yet satisfied with her drenched sex—always wanting more.
He was perfection in her eyes— in every possible way; and that realization that once terrified her—that proved how weak she was for him— made her sigh in contentment as she brushed his bangs from his eyes.
"Idiot," Rukia whispered gently, the insult a clear endearment in his eyes, the noble running her tiny tongue over the sharpen edge of his canines.
A deep laugh left him, the rumble of his chest making her smile; "You abuse me so, little one. And to think I was considering letting you take the lead." She raised a well kept brow coolly in question, even as she felt her lower belly tighten deliciously. Her approaching orgasm clear as his hand moved over her sensitive clitoris teasingly, his length still buried within his mate, unmoved.
"Do you not plan to let me have my way with you?" Her tone was casual, even as she arched elegantly against his touch.
"No," He replied, his voice a deep growl as he ducked his head, taking the tip of her breast in his mouth, biting and sucking on her reddened nipple until she let out a soft whimper.
Switching to the other as he repeated the action, the demon couldn't help but smirk against her skin, "I plan to drive you mad with pleasure until you take advantage of me, Master."
I cut the lemon in half considering if I posted it all at once, this chapter would be incredibly longer than any of the others. But don't worry, more to come really soon!
Honestly, I'm rather insecure about my mature writing skills. I'd love to hear your thoughs and any constructive criticism you have to offer!