Thread: XXx Rage of the Heart xXx CLOSED xXX

RE XXx Rage of the Heart xXx Zaragnar LD xXX No regrets, she told herself silently. He could have her body... her heart on the other hand was a harder thing to win. Feeling his hand trail down her spine she whimpered as he held her so she could not get away, not that she wanted to. His fingers stroked her core gently before opening her up and pinching at the sensitive bud. Darren... She whispered, her mouth falling open and no other sound able to come forth. The sensitivity of the nub caused her legs to pitch and buckle. Her hand gripped his arm while the other struggled to gain entrance to his thick erection still hidden beneath his clothes. When he lifted her smaller body she moaned, the first sound she was able to form in a while. Arching her back she lifted her breast wantonly toward his eager mouth. The raking of his teeth over the clothed and hardened bud had her whimpering in delight. Her poor body wiggled and writhed at his ministrations to both her breasts and pussy. Her hand finding the band in her frantic search slid easily in, thumb rubbing over the heated and throbbing head, treating it in the same manner he teased her clit. her fingers stroked along the veins and ridges on the thick mass as she cried out in pleasure at his intensity. She gained control of her legs, weak as they were she was standing but still clung to him as he teased her nipple and clit. Blue eyes disappeared, rolling back in her head as he plugged the needy hole of her body. It wasn't a slow build but a rocket straight to the moon. Her head tilted back and she cried out in pleasure, her fingers circling and stroking the thickness between his legs. Her entire body ached in a way she had never felt before. Mating was never like this, certainly she'd had pleasure, but it wasn't like this. Her lips curled in a smile as she gazed at him, eyes clouded as a light mist fell over them. Orianne was burning up even though the water was frigid, the cooling mist she commanded felt delightful but it brought no relief as his fingers expertly worked her into a near frenzy. her moans and whimpers reached a frenzied pace, her hips rolling against him and her thighs began to quake as he took her there and brought her nearer her orgasm. The peak which she was close to toppling over shrunk before her as he slowed and stopped. No... no... She moaned, her eyes pleading him to take her there, so close and yet so far. Her hand sped up pumping him as she worked to calm herself, it was short lived as he slammed his fingers home within her. The same process as before, fingers plunging, pinching and rubbing at her sensitive orifice while she moaned, wiggled, writhed and cried out in his arms. Darren, please.... please... She begged him to release, to find her moment of pleasure in his arms. God how she wanted to feel him... His lips pulling back , her eyes tracing his face, his breath upon her neck as his fingers slowed. She figured he meant to take her now, plunge his rigid member deep within the confines of her overly stimulated core. Her channel quivered around his fingers and attempted to pull him back deeper. But he slipped from her clenching walls. It would be a shame, she agreed. Since want you too. A private place, she bit at her lips and moved toward the shore. Her body was drenched, her pants still dry. No modesty needed as she slid her pants on, she needed to be filled with him NOW. But he said not here, what did she care if someone walked in. Frequently she'd been mated in front of others. Her eyes flitted over him, who could tell that HE was the shy one? Raising a brow in question she scanned her hand on the console, the scene clearing away before she nodded for him to follow. Through the door she went, weaving along corridors and halls and avoiding everyone. She looked as though she'd been outside ravaged by a storm, typically that meant her mood was foul so this worked for her benefit. Trailed by the menacing male it looked as though she was avoiding him and a confrontation was coming. Being temperamental had it's benefits, she decided as her door slid open . Once both were inside she pressed the engage lock button, something only the director could override. Staring him down, eyes thunderous with lust as she moved across the room. It looked as though the room was abandoned, no personal items or affects. Bare and clean, only the jeans she dropped while his eyes surveyed the room. Her back was to him, the bare globes of her ass facing him as she glanced over her shoulder at him. Nerves hit her now, her fingers toyed with the hem. He'd read her file, surely he knew what to expect... maybe he was in for a shock. Like a Band-Aid on sensitive skin she whipped the shirt over her head, her hair forced to the front. The dim lighting offered him a look at the ridges and grooves carved into her back. Some edged with black ink and others filled in. Runes, pictures and designs covered the entire surface and dipped to the top of her ass from the tops of her shoulders. Keeping her hair out of the way she moved to the bed. Her face no longer turned in his direction. In fact she kept it down staring at the gray sheets that covered her bed. She didn't sleep in it anyway. the top covers were missing, a peak in her closet would show where the girl lived, so used to the isolation and small cramped spaces she was given in Africa. Stretching forward she grasped the opposite side of the bed . her knees finding purchase on the surface as she lifted her ass high in the air. Legs spread, she knew no other way. I am ready, Her voice was soft, even and lacking emotion. The only indication of her distress was the dripping trail of tears across the surface of the sheets, but it could have been from her hair. Her eyes leaked tears as she waited in fear of what would come, her small body trembled.