by Dark Angel
Ethan deletes the space between us and grabs me, his fingers digging into my skin, holding my upper arms and shaking me a little. I’m jarred, like a little doll he can break in his touch. In this moment, if Ethan wanted to shatter me, that would be preferable to not having his hands on me. I’m not afraid of him, but I am afraid of what comes next. Not because I think Ethan will hurt me, but because I’m so aroused by his touch and by the brutal emotion he’s finally showing, I don’t know how to make it to the next moment.
“What happened with that other girl?” I ask quietly. It's part curiosity and part apology for pulling out a fact with no context.
I just want him to make me understand. If this is painful, I want Ethan to give me the pain. I need to know what he’s thinking, feel what he’s feeling, and if I can, I need to give him what he needs. What I need is for him to bring everything at my shoulders and lay it on me, because I want to be consumed by everything that is him. How do I tell him that?
“Well,” Ethan draws out the word. One of his hands goes up to the nape of my neck, and the other strokes my jawline achingly slow.
My eyes draw hooded with lust, his touch burning my skin up for him. My panties are so wet and my clit aches now. I need him so much I could burst.
“If you know about that,” Ethan says in a quietly powerful voice that makes me think of him as a volcano that won’t be dormant much longer. “Then why would you want me?” His sensual voice is almost musical in my ears. “Don’t you think I might be dangerous?” he asks with a wicked lift of an eyebrow that makes the mask of his always-composed face villainously attractive.
But I know Ethan is not sinister. He’s my protector and never would he harm me. “I know you’re dangerous. You’re the only person who could hurt me, but you’re not going to,” I say, my confidence utterly solid. “Like how I know now that you’re going to put me out of my misery. I need you to fuck away all the pain I’ve had being apart from you,” I say, my lips trembling. I crash into him, crashing my lips against him.
Ethan meets my kiss with an equally unbridled passion. The furious power surging through him is poured down my throat with his every kiss, his tongue sweeping over mine, his lips kissing mine again and again. This is not a gentle kiss. This isn't a slow burn. He’s incinerating me with a passion that leaves my lips bruised and my body aching like a shadow of his every action, desperately responding to his every passionate touch. I moan into his mouth and he eats it, growling against my lips.
Emmaline
I pull back from our kiss, pressing my fingers to Ethan's lips. “You steal the life out of me when you kiss me like that,” I say, breathless.
Ethan captures my wrist, pulling me to his side by my hand. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, his voice husky, talking through gritted teeth with an intense passion.
“I’ll die if you stop kissing me,” I tell him. Melodramatic, and utterly true. We’re like this, and if you don’t get it by now, you’re reading the wrong story.
Romeo and Juliet didn’t know shit about love when it comes to drama, not compared to us.
I think about Jane Eyre and her tormented Byronic hero, Rochester. They were brutally honest with each other, and they loved each other so intensely that they could never be apart without it crushing them.
Jane saw Rochester through society and knew that they were two souls as one, and she felt herself in him.
“He is not of their kind. I believe he is of mine;—I am sure he is,—I feel akin to him,—I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.”
Yes, no one understands the Ethan I see now. He and are the same. Our boundless passion entwines us and we are more inevitable than death, despite everything that tries to stop us.
“I want to worship your body,” I tell Ethan.
He smirks at me so deliciously, but the way that he looks down, his face heats a little, he sucks in a breath, I know that no one has said such a thing to him before. Not anyone that he wanted before. “I want you to be mine forever. I need to be yours,” I say, whisper soft but sounding out everything that I desperately need.
Am I foolish, am I young? But so what if I think of love through the ages and want ours to be just as great? I feel it. And when Ethan looks at me, when he touches me, I know that he feels it, too.
Ethan tangles his fingers through my hair and pulls me to him, where I'm beside him, kissing the side of my mouth and moaning against my skin. I’m on fire when he touches me, and I’m desperate for him to touch me every way he wants to. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure the way that he’s the creator of my ecstasy.
His other hand starts to take off my clothes, and he steps behind me to pull off every inch of my clothing until I’m completely bare before him.
Pressing a small kiss on the nape of my neck, Ethan makes me shiver but he makes me wait. The tantalizing wait makes me desperate for him but I wait, I breathe, I become more and more aware of how I can’t see him and I can’t feel him right now, but I don’t turn. I don’t turn because he hasn’t asked me to, and I like being part of his power play.
I hear his clothes hit the floor. I see the pile out of the corner of my eye.
Then I feel his hands close over my forearms. Ethan's cock is pressed against the seam of my ass, the planes of his chest press into my back. Ethan draws his hands around me and cups my bare breasts. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me tenderly. His tongue glides over the curve of my collarbone. I moan, rubbing my ass into his bare cock, begging him to give me what we both need.
Ethan trails a hand down my stomach and I whimper, begging with only sounds and not words for everything I need him to give me.
“You’re my perfect little princess, waiting for me to touch your pussy,” Ethan says, lips pressed against my shoulder blade now. “Are you so wet for me? Will I find you desperately wanting me?’
“Always,” I say, exhaling. Every time I breathe I press his cock against my ass, brush it against me more.
His other hand still on my breasts closes over my heart. Ethan's fingers capture my nipple and tug fiercely.
I yelp. Every sensation that should hurt or confuse me only serves to heighten my lust and I’m desperate for him. I ache for this touch but I’m only begging so much as it pleases him. Desperately wanting him like this is part of pleasing him and I love every minute of it.
“Your body knows my touch as much as your heart knows how to beat,” Ethan says, and I feel his fingers finally brush my pussy. He traces around my pussy lips, and then spreads me and teases around my clit. But he doesn’t touch me enough yet to take this to another level. He just tortures me so deliciously that I feel like I’m becoming delirious.
I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. It tastes so different to want something and to not almost viciously pursue it. The passion and intensity that I would normally apply to pursuit I now apply to being pursued. Ethan's own intensity matches my desire, sates it, serves it, and creates a raging sea of passion between us.
Ethan growls against my skin, jabbing his cock between my ass cheeks. That thrust and groan is all the warning I get before he starts to work my clit, rubbing rough circles over my sensitive spot with such fervor that I start to sweat and pant. I fall back against him, and his other hand wraps around and holds me. The passionate, rough yet tender fury that Ethan shows me now makes me ache. The dull ache within my body pulses through me, and my eyes start to well up. The thick rod of his cock against me makes me hungry. I need him with a maddening lust that eliminates everything from my thoughts but desire.
The arm that’s gripping me tight keeps holding me tight, but the hand dips into my pussy, and he slides several fingers into my pussy. He pumps into me and strokes my G-spot. The instant intensity makes my pussy tremble and shake.
“You better cum hard, Emmaline, because whatever cream you pr
ovide is what I’m using to lube up your ass while I finger your pussy,” Ethan says, lips trailing my spine.
Holy fuck.
I know I have the same words, but I in no way want to use them. I want every hole of my body to belong to Ethan, and the idea of using my cum to fuck me more is just so intensely hot that I can’t stand the idea of waiting a second longer.
I don’t have to wait much longer. Ethan's teeth are on my earlobe and he sinks his teeth into me. I yelp, and his hands working me over make my shatter around his hand. His fingers milk every drop of cream from my aching, greedy pussy and I’m desperate for him to keep going.
And I want that forbidden, incredible pleasure of that massive cock deep in my ass. I'm so wet just thinking about it that my thighs are streaked with pussy juices sliding down from my arousal.
“Fuck my ass, Ethan. Claim me so much that you write your name over all of my insides,” I tell him. It's silly and dramatic, but if you’re paying attention, you know that’s the only level we operate at. The knob is either on zero or eleven with us, there’s no in-between.
“I want all your virgin holes,” Ethan growls. “I’m going to fuck your mouth after this, all your holes should be stuffed with my cock as much as possible.”
Holy fuuuuuuck. I think my pussy is actually clapping right now, just fluttering so hard from the post-orgasm waves still surging through me.
Ethan slides his hand back and lubes up his cock and then presses a hand against my back to bend me over. “Push out with me and it will feel strange, but let me open you up, princess,” Ethan commands.
I obey, and that’s all I want. To be filled with his cock and to obey his every order. They meld together in a potent cocktail of lust.
“And breathe for me, baby. It will feel so much better if you don’t fight me. And you use your safe words if you need to, of course,” Ethan says, sweeping some of my hair back and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“Yes,” I say, my breathing ragged. “Use me so good, Ethan. I fucking need it,” I moan.
He doesn’t have to be told twice. He presses the head of his cock to my ass, and Ethan starts to thrust in. I push out against him, I keep breathing, and I follow his every order. Ethan fucks into my ass so deep and I feel fuller than I ever have in my life. He doesn’t pump yet and I get used to the sensation of him stretching and filling me up so completely. I need him so deep inside of me and I’m crying out with so many moans. He’s not even pumping me and I’m going to cum, I swear, my legs are shaking desperately.
“Still good for me, Emmaline?” Ethan asks. I can hear the restraint in his voice. With Ethan fucking his cock so deep into me, I know that it's taking everything not to start thrusting so hard.
And that’s exactly what I want.
“I-I’m going to cum, please fuck me, please,” I whimper.
“Fuck, you’re such a dirty little angel,” Ethan says, and I feel his fingers slide into my pussy. “Now that you’re stuffed so full, I’m going to fuck your ass and your pussy. I want you to cum so hard you can’t walk back to your dorm, Emmaline. Don’t hold back.”
I want that…but we’re also in his office. Fuck, if ever there was a way to not get caught, it would be when you’re getting double penetrated by your professor.
But umm his cock is so deep up my ass it could be his arm up to my elbow, and his thick fingers are stuffed in my pussy.
Fuck it.
Strike that…
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“Yes, princess,” Ethan says. His fingers pump furiously into me, and his cock strokes long and hard deep into my ass. He takes long strokes to fuck into my ass but he never fully exits me, and Ethan keeps his fingers deep in me despite how hard and fast he’s pumping, so I’m full to the brim from him fucking me.
I’m mewling out with the full force of my lust surging through me but I swallow every scream the best that I can. I breathe in staccato second after second because of how furiously Ethan is stuffing my pussy and my ass. I need to be able to stay quiet but feel absolutely everything with maximum intensity. I want to not just for the pleasure, but because Ethan told me to do it. I crave being obedient to him.
He keeps fucking me until I hear him grunting, hard, and I know that he’s close to cumming. I’m shattering at the forceful, total claiming and just how totally he’s fucking me and I’m desperate to have all of him.
There’s just one hole left that he hasn’t fucked.
“Cum in my mouth, please,” I beg, shouting it out but hoping it wasn’t too loud. It probably wasn’t because the force of how hard he’s fucking me makes it difficult to make more than what almost amounts to wheezing. I must sound ridiculous, but I don’t give a shit, I just want Ethan to never stop fucking me.
And to cum in my mouth because I want him to own me so completely.
“Yes, ma’am,” Ethan says. His hands grip my shoulders hard and I can tell that he’s holding back the orgasm that’s threatening to explode on me now.
He pulls his cock out slowly, and I gasp loudly at how empty I feel. His fingers slide out of me slowly after, and he turns me around. I love the way he manhandles me, just like what I want, need, and crave. Ethan knows my body better than I do, and his touch does more for my pleasure than my own hands ever could.
Except, perhaps, when my hands are on him. I grip his hips and I jam his cock deep in my mouth, slamming him deep in my throat. I am aching to taste him, and I pump my face up and down on his cock. I look up at him and see the shock and the arousal all over his face. I guess he didn’t expect me to be so intense, but, hey, I want to be Ethan's girlfriend, and what kind of girlfriend would I be if I asked him to cum in my mouth, made him pull out right when he needed to, and then didn’t swallow up that thick, juicy cock as soon as possible? Not a very good one for fucking, that’s what kind. I mean, that would be just inconsiderate. He takes such good care of me, I need to do the same for him.
“Princess, unnhh, damn, yes,” Ethan groans, and I see him bite his lip and I let his head roll back. His hands reach out and gather my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and he pushes my head back and forth with my own movements. He fucks my mouth and I swallow the length of him down my throat. I feel my whole airway blocked and I'm just breathing him in, swallowing the cum that rockets down my throat. I try to swallow, not gag, but it's a little messy. I can hear the wet sound of him fucking into my mouth and the almost gurgling sound of me swallowing every damn drop I can of his cum. There’s so much that I feel it dripping down my chin.
Ethan looks back at me and that look of pleasure overtaking his gorgeous face sets me off, and I’m cumming, hard. I shudder and tremble but I keep sucking Ethan's cock until every last drop is poured down my throat.
I look into his eyes and suck him hard, licking him clean. Then I pull his cock out of my mouth and lean back on my elbows.
Ethan dips down and brings his mouth to my trembling pussy, and the instant his tongue touches me, I’m set off like a fireworks show. His hand presses against my abdomen to increase the pressure, and therefore the pleasure. I’m quaking beneath him. His other hand cradles my head so I’m not flat against the floor of his office, which is nice because I could get a boo-boo and that’s no good. I worked hard to be sex sore and walk funny, but no one needs to smack their head on a hard floor.
When I’m done coming, Ethan kisses my pussy like he does my mouth, and then scoops me into his arms. We kiss deeply, tasting the sweaty, salty, spicy musk our cum, our lust, our fucking…our love.
“Fuck, we need to get dressed,” I say when I break the kiss. I’m caught up in the smell of the moment, but I could turn right back into a pumpkin or something drastic that could ruin my fairy tale right now.
I get up from his lap and bring him his clothes, and then put on my own.
We both get dressed quietly, but when we are dressed and I’ve attempted to do something to my hair, Ethan walks up to me. He kisses the top of my head like he does so often when he’s tryin
g to keep me safe.
“Emmaline,” Ethan says, pressing his mouth against my arm and then holding that arm. He pulls me close. “We can never do this again,” he says, a tremor in his voice. He sounds like a man who is barely hanging on.
I understand. I’m shattered now, and not because of pain but from pure need. I crave Ethan more than I even knew was possible. How could either of us stay away? I felt that same passion play out of me when he made love to me. He fucks hard, he fucks gentle, he fucks intensely, and I can feel he’s got every bit the passion that I do.
“You challenge my self control,” Ethan says, squeezing me hard. “I like that,” he says, stroking a finger up my forearm.
I shiver, and I reach out and close his lower lip between my teeth and tug. I release it and grab his face, holding him as I kiss him deeply. “I want a relationship,” I say when I finally release him from the kiss.
He looks up at me like a man drugged.
“I know it is dangerous-“ I say but he interrupts me.
“It is. But we’re going to have a real date. Dinner. I’m making reservations, and I’ll get you the details,” Ethan says, scooping me into his arms. He lifts me and presses me against his desk, flat on my back, and then closes over me. His body on mine, shivering against him with nowhere to breathe but into him, I feel my whole heart and mind flutter. Ethan is so possessive and I crave it. I couldn’t be satisfied with anything less. Ethan looks into my eyes and I see the recognition.
I think of Wuthering Heights, the only book I come close to loving as much as Frankenstein, and I know we share both of these passions. I think of the most enduring line from Wuthering Heights and I know it's true, because I feel every syllable in my bones.
“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
