by Amy Cross
Part Seven
I
When she opened her eyes, he was already standing at the window, silhouetted against the moonlit night sky. She sat up, but he disappeared as soon as she blinked, leaving the curtains blowing gently in a midnight breeze.
She waited.
Silence.
And then suddenly he was upon her.
Pushed back down against the bed, she felt his hot breath against her neck. She wanted to call out, not because she wanted him to stop but because she felt she should not allow herself to be taken so easily; she remained quiet, however, as his fingertips danced across her flesh and calmed her soul. Every touch sent a tingling sensation through her flesh, as if his fingers were sending flashes of lightning into her core.
Seconds later, he moved down her body and she felt his hands squeezing her bare breasts, not with the gentle inquiry of a lover but with the force of an explorer who felt he had already conquered this new land. She arched her back as she pressed her inner thighs against the side of his torso, trying vainly to hold him in place between her legs in an attempt to make him realize that he wasn't in complete control. He was too strong, however, and he swiftly pushed her legs apart again before leaning down to kiss first her left breast, and then the nipple.
“Kiss me,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she closed her mouth.
He began to bite at the nipple, teasing it and filling her with a sense of pure lust that she barely even remembered.
“K...” she started to say again, but the word dissipated into a slow, trembling moan.
He released her nipple and kisses the underside of her breast, and then he pulled back a little.
She waited, but although she could tell that his lips were close, he seemed reluctant to give her what she wanted. Instead, she felt his hands on her chest again, and then she felt him getting into position between her legs. For a moment, it was as if he was examining her, the way a dog examines a new piece of meat. She knew there was danger involved, but she kept her legs open, inviting him inside.
What's he waiting for? she asked herself, as her breathless anticipation caused her chest to rise and fall rapidly.
As soon as he entered her, she gasped and waited as he filled her completely, slipping deeper and deeper into her warmth. It was the first time a man had penetrated her for many, many years. Opening her eyes, she reached up and puts her arms around his shoulders, placing her hands on his back as if to welcome him into her body. She turned her head to one side and listened to the sound of his breath as he began to make love to her. He was grunting, like a rutting animal. The rhythm was slow at first, but she could feel his body slowly building up more and more power, and she knew that soon he'd unleash all the strength of a beast. There was something so urgent about the way he was taking her, as if it was a purely physical impulse.
“Wait,” she whispered eventually, turning to look up at him. She tried to focus on his face, but although the rest of his body was clear in the moonlight, his face seemed somehow blurred. Reaching up, she tried to put her hand on his cheek, but something held her back. Somewhere in the blur, she thought she could just about make out a pair of white eyes staring down at her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't manage to focus on them.
Gasping, she felt him increase the pace.
“Edgar,” she whispered, putting her hands on his chest, “wait, I want to -”
Suddenly he let out a faint sound, like a growl.
“Edgar -”
Without warning, he suddenly leaned closer and kissed the side of her face. A shiver passed through her body as she turned to one side. After a moment, she felt two sharp little pinpricks of pain on the side of her neck, and the pain quickly began to grow. Reaching her hands down his back, she eventually let her fingers fall on the upper part of his buttocks, and she felt strangely comforted by the engine-like thrusting of his body. In fact, his whole torso seemed to be shuddering, as if soon he'd reach his peak.
Slowly, she began to feel something hot running down the side of neck. Reaching up, she realized that she was bleeding. Two thin lines of blood had begun to run down to her collarbone. Her trembling hands were soon smeared red, and she instinctively wiped blood against her breasts.
“Edgar,” she said after a moment, “I think -”
Before she could finish, she felt the two pinpricks of pain get even worse, as if something was digging deep into her body. She gasped again, as the pain in her neck and chest began to twist down through her body and merge with the sensual pleasure that was building like an ever-tightening knot in her crotch. It was a sensation she'd never expected to feel again, but now it was growing and growing, threatening to overwhelm her body. All she could do was hold onto her lover and wait for him to bring her to the point of pleasure. Holding her arms around him, she began to hold her breath as his every thrust twisted the knot tighter and tighter, until finally the effort brought tears to her eyes. She was on a plateau, waiting for the orgasm to burst and push back the pain, and all it would take would be for him to choose the moment. And then, finally, she let out a soft moan and as he bit down harder on her neck and she came for the first time in a decade.
