USUAL DISCLAIMER APPLIES!
A/N: Well there's a bit of lemon in this chapter so warning to young readers, read at your own discretion. I was hesitant about placing a lemon here but I won't have it any other way. This is also the first time I wrote one so please excuse me if it's not the least bit sensual. And I want it done as artfully as possible and not like some porn scene material.
Well I'm crossing my fingers that you'd still like it just the same.
****WARNING A BIT OF LEMON AHEAD****
She bit her lips harder, afraid that if she made even the slightest of sounds he would stop. And by gods, she doesn't want him to stop.
No, not by a long shot.
He pumped her like a virtuoso, each sinful stroke taking her on the brink of madness and sexual euphoria. He teased her by deliberately ramming his throbbing manliness in long languid strokes, leaving her impatient and greedy for more. However, as she was not allowed to make any kind of protest, she clenched the satin sheets tighter and angled her ass higher, meeting him thrust per delicious thrust, taking his huge sex deep inside her. Until his tempo changed and he came in and out of her hard and fast, his balls slapping her ass.
Exhilarated, she pushed against him.
Again and again.
Her wet portal lubricating his sleek pounding.
Her tongue tasted blood from her rough biting as she muffled a moan from escaping her lips.
She was nearing her explosive climax, sensing it too, he played with her nub and massaged her outer lip with her juices.
She saw stars.
She felt achingly hot as she throbbed like mad.
In seconds, sensations filled her.
Pleasure built inside her.
She was transported to another planet as she spasmed violently and was rocketed back to earth as she shook from her orgasmic release.
Her knees barely supported her as the aftershock tingled in between her core. He continued to pound inside her, seeking his own release.
Not a minute too long, he came and shot his seeds.
Unsurprisingly, she came again.
Face first, she weakly collapsed on the bed while he withdrew himself out of her.
The smell of great sex enveloped the air.
The absence of bodies slamming onto one another made the silence.
She was momentarily deaf to the world, when finally she heard the slight shuffling of clothes.
With her last ounce of strength, she flipped herself over, her back now resting on the bed. She surveyed the dark room and her searching eyes landed on the sexiest and most dangerous man she had ever seen.
Illuminated by the moonlight, his soft blond hair glowed. His slightly tanned skin seemingly darkened. And her hands suddenly itched to touch, to explore. To feel his well-toned body rubbing against her soft pliant ones while he plunged into her wet pulsating womanhood.
She licked her red lips.
"Why don't I clean you up first before you go?" she invited, boldly looking down at his anatomy.
He raised his right eyebrow, his liquid green eyes toned darker hinting danger but still, he dismissed her altogether and continued zipping his pants.
"Don't you want another round?" she unwittingly continued, oblivious of the trouble she was getting herself into.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Undeterred, she countered suggestively, "Oh then why don't you shut me up.", her mind conjuring mental images of how he could shut her up.
Her nipples peaked from anticipation.
"Kekeke." a gun was suddenly in his hands.
Color drained from her face.
"Not a damn noise."
She pursed her lips and even stopped breathing.
He kicked the door of the hotel room open and left, not minding to close it.
When he was out of sight, she sagged on the bed.
So the rumors were true.
He was indeed a killer in bed, figuratively and literally if provoked.
She looked at the digital clock on the nightstand.
Twelve midnight on the dot.
She had experienced being devoured by the renowned devil himself.
For an hour.
Just like every other female he temporarily fancied.
Though they tried… tried to hold his attention for more than an hour but not one has succeeded.
The slippery devil was still at large.
And his black heart still safely chained at the depths of his soul.
Guarded?
Yes.
Untouched?
Only the devil knows.
A/N: So I'm starting the chapters short. I'm still on the process of developing the characters as I go along. Ain't this a nice one for Hiruma? Does it make you want to ask for more updates? I hope a resounding yes would be your answer!