Thread: Something Wicked [ Bear & Haruchai ]

Desire was such a devilish thing - it could make a man go mad and make a woman act as the beasts that they put up walls to keep out. She felt almost like a creature was leading her by the hand into the darkness shed tried so hard to keep out with her weekly church visits and her twice a week confessions with the good father. But now, she was every bit a sinner as if she were nothing more than the common whore, influenced so much by her own weakness and selfish wants. Even if she denied it to herself, she did want Cross. She did desire for him to touch her, to take her as she hadnt been taken in weeks. Even before her husband had become ill with the demons she had cared for him But now it was evolving, growing into a passion of its own. The Vivian that had been was lost instead in a passion of the flesh, hands seeking out the warmth of skin and lips tasting him as if he were a most delectable peach. She should have been hesitating, should have held back, but there was total abandon in the way she took from him, her sex growing quite wet with arousal at the feeling of him grinding his erect cock against her mound. Her throat held back a soft groan, but her body was trembling with the want that was rising like the tides and turning steadily into a hot, throbbing need. By the time that she did feel him pull away from her she was on the verge of being breathless, her eyes locked on his as he disrobed himself. They didnt linger. Instead, they roamed hungry across his bare form, taking in the muscles that she had seen on very few occasions before, the gentle curves of his ribs down his sides and moving to his groin - his cock was larger than she had anticipated, erect and slick with his own arousal, the base surrounded by a healthy growth of masculine hair. There was no time to appreciate the beauty that was the form of a naked man because as swiftly as he had pulled away from her he was on her again, his fingers seeking out her most tender of places. Cross was in stark contrast to anything her husband had ever been, his spidery fingers adept at their ministrations between her legs, jolts of pleasure spiking up into her belly as he touched her. There was something very primal in the way he moved then, bringing his fingers wet with her fluids to his nose to sniff them, taking in the smell of her most intimate of places. It had been too long since she had felt the touch of someone so intimately, so long since she had even felt desire in the way that she did now. She let her desire make her brazen, grasping his wrist to move his hand out of the way so that her mouth could seek out his, her tongue hungry to slip into his mouth and taste him again. Her free hand slid down his chest, enjoying the way his skin felt beneath her fingers as they danced down across his sternum then dipped past his navel and traveled ever lower to his cock. This was the line that she hadnt dared to cross with another man before, as she had been only ever touched Alexander before. There was some trepidation, but the steady ache of want between her legs pushed her past her personal point of no return, her fingers sliding around his cock slowly, stroking his slowly to arouse him and indulge her own selfish want to take of him as he had done her. Her lips broke away from his, though they didnt move far, brushing them as she whispered her darkest secret, I want you, Cross Take me.