Judas Bane

by Hera August

  She’s unable to finish as Judas pulls her roughly, almost violently to him. His mouth comes crashing down upon hers, her words smothered by his fiercely possessive kiss. The excitement that tears through every fiber of her body is so overwhelming, that it is beyond frightening.

  It’s crippling.

  His kiss is deep, turning hungry as he devours her mouth. His arms tighten around her, locking her in place against his body. Her chemise is the only barrier between them, and in its saturated state, it’s flimsy at best. The feel of his hard hot naked body against her, causes a delicious shockwave that shakes her to her core.

  His tongue invades her mouth, stroking provocatively against hers, causing a thrilling flutter within her stomach. Her mind is no longer capable of forming rational thoughts. She returns the kiss with a growing passion and her arms wrap around his neck. As her hot mouth melds with his, his touch becomes greedy. His hands roam impatiently over her back, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her hips in encouragement. She deepens the kiss, sliding her tongue against his. Judas groans as his arms tighten, and he lifts her, crushing her against him.

  She gasps against his mouth, reeling at the feel of his hard arousal pressed intimately against her. It’s incredibly hot and very hard against her wet skin as the pulsing ache between her legs becomes more insistent. His hands slide down, smoothing over her hips, before his fingers bite into her flesh as he roughly grasps her backside, driving her body more firmly against his. His full erection is now mercilessly digging into the soft flesh of her inner thigh, causing a flood of fiery wetness between her legs. Her startled cry is muffled as their mouths are still locked together in a smoldering kiss.

  Slowly, Judas lowers her against his body, as his hand travels up her side, caressing her rib cage over her soaked chemise. His hand halts, hesitates, just as it reaches the swell of her breast. Belle inhales sharply, drowning in the desire for his touch. She needs to feel his bare hands on her flesh. She needs to know that this is real. That he is real.

  Without pausing to break their kiss, Belle slithers her hand up. She catches his hand in hers, and shoves it to violate her breast. Slowly, he starts to stroke her, cupping and weighing her breast in his hand as though it’s something delicate, something precious. Her kisses grow persistent and impatient as he toys with her. It seems a slow eternity before his thumb finally brushes across her taut peak.

  Belle whimpers against his mouth, her hand once again covering his, pressing his hand more firmly to her. Her nipples are so hard that they ache as he slithers both his palms over her breasts. She’s barely able to stand any more of his unmerciful teasing. She moans against his mouth, kissing him with sudden unbridled passion as she arches her back, further thrusting herself into his hands.

  Judas finally begins to fondle her roughly with both hands. His fingers and hands feel so good on her body that she wants to endure their sweet torture for an eternity. His touch starts to grow impatient as he continues to fondle her breasts. Her nipples harden even further against his palms as he rubs them and forces his hips closer to hers.

  Belle gasps, breaking the kiss, and he rasps hotly against her ear, “Do you do it on purpose? Driving me mad..." Lowering his mouth to her neck, he growls breathlessly, “Do you know what you do to me?"

  Closing her eyes tightly, she shakes her head as he kisses her neck in the most expert and deliberate manner. Her fingers tangle in his thick hair as she gives in to the exquisite sensation of his mouth on her throat.

  Belle is so lost in his affections, that she scarcely hears him whisper against her skin, "Soon we'll be even."

  She can’t help running her fingers through his wild hair, relishing its soft texture, as she brushes it away from the side of his face. Her hands slide down over his chest, and her fingers trace over his nipples as her mouth explores his neck. His head falls back as she tastes his skin, running the tip of her tongue up. Groaning, he buries one hand in her hair and forces her head back so she has to look up at him. She meets his piercing gaze as a heavy and tangible desire sparks between them. He captures her mouth in a kiss so scorching, that it feels like his single drive is to make her his.

  She is vaguely aware of the fact that his hands are now grasping the front of her chemise. With a groan, Judas breaks the kiss, and she glances down, panting in an effort to catch her breath, just in time to watch him tear a rip in the center of her thin chemise. He nudges the wet material aside to reveal her supple breasts. His falcon-like eyes seem to drink in the sight, already marble hard in anticipation of his touch. Gently, he cups them with his bare hands as her mouth hungrily seeks his.

  His touch is bold as he savors the softness of her full breasts, his thumb teasing one taut peak as he weighs them in his hands. She shifts restlessly, whimpering against his mouth as he flattens his hot palms roughly over her aching nipples. His mouth moves purposefully to her throat as he continues to touch her.

  Belle closes her eyes in anticipation as his kisses move steadily down her throat. His lips lightly brush over her nipples in a painfully teasing manner, making her cry out. His mouth closes over her nipple with tantalizing possessiveness, and then his tongue flicks persistently over the hardened rosy peak. Belle gasps at the raw sensation, her mind reeling as he begins to suckle her. She can’t take much more of this. She needs to do something before he drives her to absolute madness.

  Overcome with the urge to touch him, and her inhibitions blinded by her desire, she brazenly slinks her hand down between them, her fingers brushing lightly over his eight-pack. Her hand ventures down into the water and she finds what she’s looking for.

  Judas inhales sharply, pulling his mouth away from her breast as her hand suddenly wraps around his length. She looks intently at him, her eyes nearly black with desire. This isn’t like her to be so bold. But Judas’ power over her forces her to lose control. To lose all her inhibitions. He makes her want to be… wild. Primal.

  She wriggles her hand up to the sensitive tip of his arousal, exploring his long and thick engorged sex with her touch, rather than her eyes. His eyes narrow, and he lets out a shuddering breath as she starts to move her hand rhythmically back and forth along his shaft. His breathing quickly becomes erratic as his head falls back, and she’s rewarded when her daring touch wrings a low groan from him. The sound makes her feel strangely empowered, the euphoric feeling quickly becoming addictive. Enthralled by the idea of exerting such power over him, she carries on with the repetitive gesture, her movements becoming more forceful and deliberate.

  It’s not long before his eyes slide shut and he hisses in agony, "Belle..." Elated by his unfinished plea, she starts to stroke him more vigorously and he swiftly catches her hand, stilling her movements as he hoarsely pants, "My turn."

  Before she can even open her mouth to protest, his hands roughly catch her by the backs of her thighs and he lifts her against him. Effortlessly, he raises her out of the tub, sending water sloshing over the edge, as he strides into his bedroom and sets her down on the plush rug opposite the fireplace.

  He’s a man possessed, his chest heaving in and out, and the foreboding effect is heightened by the orange light cast by the fire raging in the black marble fireplace. His wild hair is made gold in the firelight, the very ends of it damp and clinging to his skin.

  He lowers his head level with her breasts, and the dripping hem of her wet chemise clings to her wet skin. Smiling wickedly, his eyes rake over her body. Before leaning in, his hands come to rest on top of her thighs as he begins to kiss her breasts. Belle lets her head fall back onto the rug, her hands flat against the marble floor. He suckles her, ruthlessly teasing her breasts, as his hands restlessly slide up her thighs.

  Belle tries to concentrate on what his mouth is doing, but it’s difficult as his hands start to roam all along the tops of her thighs and in between. His touch strays higher and higher each time, seemingly venturing everywhere but where she most wants it. Needs it.

  Just the thought of what his finge
rtips had felt like when he’d touched her there earlier that evening, makes her sex throb with wanting. God, if he doesn’t touch her there soon, she will surely die from the mounting ache. Whimpering, she shifts her hips restlessly as he continues to stroke her thighs.

  What the hell is he waiting for? Does he want me to beg? Well, if that's what he wants...

  It isn’t beyond her at this point.

  She forces her head up, and looking down at him with hooded eyes, she begs, "Judas, please..."

  Pulling back, his smoldering gaze sets on her face. "Please, what?" he rasps.

  There’s an edge to her voice as she thickly whispers, "Please... touch me."

  A sinister smirk plays across his lips as his hand brushes up between her thighs, disappearing under the wet hem of her chemise. His fingertips deliberately skim over the outside of her soaked cotton panties and he hisses in a low guttural groan, "Where…? Here?"

  Her head falls back as she twists her hips, screaming, "Oh God, yes... please!"

  As though captivated by the sight of her in such agony, his fingers nudge her cotton panties aside, and graze her hot and already very slick sex. She gasps at the raw pleasure that his touch invokes and his fingertips delve within, causing her to cry out suddenly. Gently, he sinks two of his thick forefingers further within her. “God, you’re so wet for me.” He looks shattered to pieces as he touches her in her most intimate of places, and a tortured moan escapes his lips, just as Belle shifts her hips and murmurs some incoherent senseless plea.

  His fingers start to exert more pressure as he begins to toy with her. Crying out, her body arches upward, and she grinds her lower body shamelessly against his hand.

  In one fluid movement, before she knows what’s happening, he lifts her into his arms, and marches toward his bed. Laying her down, she struggles to a kneeling position, hiking her drenched chemise up her thighs. "Judas, I'm soaked. What are you—"

  Her eyes take in the sight of Judas’ naked form. He kneels on the bed and begins stalking purposefully toward her on all fours like the predator that he is. Her gaze moves slowly over his body, her brain going into meltdown. In a word, he is... beautiful. Even his huge arousal, as it juts proudly from his body, is a thing of extraordinary beauty.

  As Judas nears her, he rises up onto his knees, one hand firmly grabbing her upper arm as his other hand presses against the small of her back, forcing her closer. Her head falls back as he brands her throat with blazing kisses. His hands fall to the hem of her chemise, stroking her wet skin, before they turn upward, raising it higher up her thighs. Belle tangles a hand in his hair as the other slips steadily down toward his narrow hips. He raises the shredded chemise, slipping it over her head before he tosses it aside.

  Slowly and seductively, his gaze casts downward, drinking in the sight of her white drenched panties. His hands close on her arms as he kisses her slowly, forcing her back on the bed. He hovers over her for a moment, searching her eyes with his before he shifts, and his weight comes down on hers.

  Belle’s mouth meets his, as the excitement of having his hard naked body on top of hers, tears through her. The kiss quickly becomes consuming as she starts to writhe restlessly under him. The feel of his arousal pressed intimately against her, with only her underwear as a barrier, is maddening, and she can’t help squirming against him in anticipation.

  She claws her fingers into his back, caressing his scars, feeling every single one of them with her fingertips. But Judas flinches.

  “What’s wrong?” she murmurs.

  “No-one’s ever touched my scars before… like that.” His voice is barely above a whisper.

  “I want to,” she says, breathless. She rakes her fingernails all the way down his back. “They’re a part of you.”

  Judas closes his eyes as though his restraint hangs by a thread. He pulls back, pausing to kiss her jaw before he moves to her neck. His mouth tastes her throat, his lips closing over each breast in turn before his mouth continues its journey downward. His hot mouth sears a path down her ribs, skimming over her stomach as his hands brush down her sides to the swell of her hips. He continues to place fiery kisses over her flat stomach as his fingers curl under the waistband of her panties.

  Belle shifts restlessly as his kisses stop. She opens her eyes as his fingers hook on the sides of her panties. He glances up at her, his eyes blazing with need, and she offers him her permission by raising her hips off the bed. He draws her panties down over her hips and down her legs before he throws them on the floor.

  His eyes moves steadily up her legs as he takes in her naked form. Her eyes meet his, and they are filled with uncertainty.

  Lowering himself back to the bed, he strokes the inside of her thigh, and feeling her tense, he huskily says, "Trust me."

  She raises her head from the pillow. "I do, Judas."

  His fingers gently explore her folds, before they delve into her hot, velvety softness. She cries out, senselessly panting in desperation, "Oh... please..."

  He rewards her by teasing the tight bud of her yearning. With a gasp of pleasure, her head falls back onto the pillow as her hips squirm against him. He toys with her relentlessly and before long, she moans loudly.

  "Have you been touched like this before?"

  She shakes her head and pants, "Not like this."

  His fingers cease their magic and she nearly cries out in despair at the loss, when he suddenly breathes hotly against her thigh, "Has anyone ever kissed you like this... right here?"

  Her heart almost stops as she realizes what he’s talking about and what he means to do. "Judas..."

  She feels as though she will scream.

  All rational thoughts fly away from her mind as she feels his mouth on her, his tongue flicking over the apex of her desire. She cries out at the blessed agony of it, hoping with every fiber of her being, that this isn’t a dream.

  But it is real... Oh so real. And it’s Judas who is responsible.

  He spears her with his tongue, and she tosses her head from side to side as her body is racked with gratuitous pleasure. She feels Judas’ lust rising to dangerous levels as her hips start to rotate toward him. His hands firmly grasp her thighs as his tongue work its fiendish magic on her.

  She is lost.

  Never has she experienced rapture such as this. What he is doing to her makes her feel so wicked and wanton, but it feels so good, she doesn’t care. Consequences be damned. She wants more.

  "Oh God..." she moans, twisting the crimson satin sheets in her clenched fist.

  Mercilessly, Judas sucks at the center of her longing, his tongue expertly flicking over her hardened jewel. Tangling her fingers in his soft hair, she tips her hips up, inviting him nearer, deeper. He willingly obliges, ruthlessly pleasuring her with his mouth, hell-bent on making her see stars.

  Soul shattering pleasure starts to overwhelm her, and with each passing wave, she swears she won’t be able to take any more.

  "Oh, God, Judas... Please... don't stop..." she begs, her voice thick with ecstasy.

  Judas' hands tighten on her thighs, forcing her closer as he drives his mouth into her. The pleasure surges as she’s overtaken by the fever of her release. Forcing her head off the bed, she watches him with eyes glazed over by desire as her orgasm begins to grip her.

  Throwing her head back, she arches her body against him, crying out, "Oh God... Judas!"

  The pleasure keeps right on mounting and she’s sure she will die if she has to endure another moment of it. White-hot passion blinds Belle as she comes, her world seems to collapse upon itself until all it consists of is the one person whose name she screams in repeated abandon, "Oh... Judas... Oh, God... Judas!".

  Slowly, Belle returns to Earth, a blissful tingling sensation radiating out to the very tips of her fingers and toes. She wonders if this is what dying feels like, because what she’s just experienced, is like nothing she has ever known.

  It’s terrifying... what he does to her.

  Belle is vag
uely aware that her surroundings have shifted and she opens her eyes, meeting a very hungry pair of blue ones. Lazily her eyes drift over his face as he moves to hover over her. His soft dark hair tickles her shoulders as her eyes fall to his roguish smirk. He’s clearly amused as she lies panting beneath him.

  Judas looms over her with purpose and her breathless whisper is laced with amazement as she murmurs, "God that was... What are you doing to me?"

  “I told you I can make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” His thick strong fingers smooth back the wisps of hair that cling to her damp cheek. In a sultry whisper, he finishes, "I'm far from through with you." His throaty admission causes a thrilling flutter in the pit of her stomach. She watches him reach for something in his nightstand, and soon she’s intensely aware of his knee brushing against her inner thigh as he settles between her legs and puts protection on. His eyes are set on hers, his intent evident as he positions himself over her.

  She drinks in the sight of him with wide eyes, in awe of the repressed passion she sees in his strained face. Looking at him now, it’s painfully clear. His restraint is failing. The inevitable is happening, and now they’re past the point-of-no-return.

  No matter how preposterous and irrational sleeping with the enemy may be—it feels right.

  Undeniable.

  Long awaited relief slowly replaces her apprehension. Though he had just finished pleasing her with his mouth, something deep within her has been awakened. The release is not enough to quench her deepest and most profound desire for him. Suddenly, all her longing to be near him makes perfect sense. More than satisfaction, she craves his closeness.

  To be one with Judas. That’s what she wants, what she needs. To feel him, very real, and very much alive, throbbing within her.

  She watches him lower his mouth to hers, a nearly pained expression marring his face. His lips brush against hers, just as she feels that nudging, shocking pressure against the threshold of her sex.

  Instinctively, her hands snake up his arms, coming to rest on his back. But his body goes rigid with tension when he’s now poised to enter her.