Judas Bane

by Hera August

  The front of his thighs hit the stone underneath her, with each hard thrust of his body. She clenches around him, squeezing the life out of him as she lifts herself on her elbows, removing the small distance between them and rubs her lips over his in a tease. He drives in hard and her mouth opens up against his. “Oh... baby…" he groans.

  She scrapes her teeth against his bottom lip that hangs just above her and he drives in even harder, her mouth dropping agape, her head falling back with each escalating ram.

  "Oh!"

  “Let me see you come,” Judas demands, in a low guttural roar. He wants to see her face, his darkened eyes telling her he needs to hear her as he mounts her. He forces her head up, his lips clasping onto hers with the soft coaxing lapses of his tongue. With the dangling hand at his side, he finds her pulsing clit, scrapes a quick fingertip over its head.

  She gasps against his mouth, shaking her head violently. He caresses her nubbin again, softer, lighter, making it just enough for her to feel. The tempo of each piston from his body accelerates, grows, and her groans follow his lead, unintentionally urging him on. He seems to lap up every piercing scream, his body riding her deep as though in desperate need to hear her moan again. He doesn’t stop until she feels him all the way up to his hilt.

  His finger massages the sensitive ruby flesh again, trapping it between his two fingers and circling it tenderly. She starts to shiver under him and something goes off inside her as he reaches for her legs and lifts them over his shoulders. Her body slips down even farther where her butt was in midair, incurved toward her body as he bucks into her, pounding into her at a delinquent speed that has her body jerking, her heaving mounds wobbling under him.

  “Oh… Jesus Christ, baby,” he moans.

  She is ripping at her own hair now, tearing it back from her face, her mouth trembling. Then his fingers sink into her drenched lips, drumming against her clit furiously. She gasps loudly, her breasts bouncing, her arms stretching out as she comes. Her head lifts from the rock, her eyes bugging out as she continues to reach for nothing but air. “Oh, God!"

  She falls back down, the apex of her climax sending her head thrashing sideways, the strokes of his cock in her subsiding then picking up in taunting motions. When the orgasm lulls, her hand falls down over her throat, then rubs over her breast in an unconscious caress.

  Watching her, Judas comes, the chords of his muscles bulging, his skin going taut as he bites down on his own moan. Hot chills feather through her as she watches him in all his glory.

  To her pleasure, all of him is orgasmic. His golden skin that sheens of sweat and water, his inflamed mouth, his alpha-male groans that fall satiated… The way his shudders infect her, makes her head dizzy, makes her pelvis lurch forward, into him, for more.

  Still partially bent over her, he diminishes the space between, trails small, almost imperceptible kisses down the length of her exposed neck. Her unbound tits are hanging out, bountiful, and seems to provoke his insatiable taste for her flavor.

  He suckles one turgid tip with just the surface of his lips, reluctantly removing his rock-hard cock from inside her. She makes a faint sound of protest and his breaths turn into deep grunts as he squeezes his eyes shut.

  “Again,” he whispers throatily, against her nipple. “Give me more,” he orders, ruined. He takes the ripe whole of her tip over and over, cupping the fleshly roundness of her breast with his hand and brings it higher into his mouth, making her back arc into the intense feel.

  Incoherent, she mumbles, “Judas… I..."

  “Belle.” He sucks harder, punishing her for disobeying, pinches against the bud with the inside of his mouth, the slurping sound deafening. His stare blackens as her body rises under him, gyrating in a call that tells him she wants him inside her again also.

  “From behind. Turn,” he vibrates out, like he’s ready to rupture.

  “I-I—"

  “Belle,” he rasps, brushing his calloused thumb over the red tip, his forehead leaning into her wet, slippery cleavage. He whispers a kiss there. “Don’t make me ask again."

  Licking her parched lips, her hips move up with every breeze of his rough padded thumb across her nipple. His fingers, on their own accord, reach for her, for the inside of her thigh, pressing softy against the line of her still wet lips.

  “Christ, you’re so goddamn wet,” he groans, against her. “Move. Now.”

  She obeys immediately, getting on her hands and knees. “Judas," she moans breathy, not even lifting her head or opening her eyes to acknowledge him as she bends over for him.

  His arms cup her breasts from behind and force her up against his solid body. He presses her whole, against his throbbing steel cock, inhaling her hair, kissing and licking her back.

  He whispers into her hair, “You're beautiful.” His tone is absorbedly low, grazed darkly with an intimate throb that makes her blush, makes her feel like the only reason he is so sure is because… he has seen her soul.

  This time his thrusts are harder and faster like he's a man possessed. Belle thinks back to the fight earlier that night and it sends her overdrive. His alpha-male dominance, his testosterone-fueled command of the ring—it all comes together, and she comes hard and fast, Judas filling her with his hot nectar soon after.

  Once Judas is fully satiated, he moves them down to the pool below, taking off all their remaining clothes for a late night swim. They can’t stop kissing, then splashing water at one other, then back to kissing, for the next half-hour.

  “I’ve got everything ready for the barbecue tomorrow,” she says, her arms splaying across the surface of the water in wide movements. “Mom said she’s bringing her own food, though.” Shaking her head, Belle chuckles.

  “She always does,” he says, before diving underwater. Seconds later, he bursts out from beneath the surface, shaking the water from his hair and wiping his face. Belle sees every seductive movement in slow-motion, her pulse going haywire.

  “I don’t expect less from her anymore. But good news—Cleo said she can make it down in a few weeks time,” Belle says, excited. “I’ve really missed her.”

  “I know you have, Little Bit. What about your dad?”

  “What about him?”

  “Belle. I know what he did was wrong and I know me and him hate each other—”

  “Not true. Last time they came to visit, you both managed to say hello to one another. Albeit, you just nodded your head—”

  “Belle. Don’t change the subject, now. You’re gonna have to forgive him one day. He’s your dad.”

  The truth about why Mr. Kulich had been after her family had eventually come out. Her father had finally found the courage to tell Belle everything. Maybe she’s being as judgmental as her mother accuses, but Belle can’t look at her father the same way. He has admitted he was wrong, but he also declared in the same breath that he had no other choice, he was looking out for his family and he had the best of intentions. But that's not what she heard when he’d confessed to stealing thousands from a dangerous crime lord. In her eyes, he’d risked his family's life for money, and no amount of excuses will ever justify his actions in her book. She’s trying to forgive her father, but she can’t look at him the same. Not yet.

  “Judas, my family are just waiting for me to leave you.” Shaking her head, Belle wonders when her family are going to reach out and try to understand her a little. “When are they going to understand that this is it for me. That I’ll never stop loving you. And they seem to forget that it was Dad who put us all in danger in the first place and it was you who saved us—risking your own life, for goodness sakes… The only one who likes you is my baby brother.”

  “He’s growing on me too,” Judas says, swimming toward her.

  “You’re so good with him. I swear he likes you more than me now.” Belle laughs as Judas places his hands on her hips underwater, and draws her nearer to him. “I think Mom’s still a little afraid of you though. I keep telling her you’re just a giant teddy bear rea
lly… But she doesn’t believe me. Says I’m just going through a bad-boy phase.”

  “I'll show you a bad-boy—come here,” he says, lifting her out of the water by her buttocks and spinning her around, laughing.

  “Let go!” she giggles in return. “Put me down!”

  Gently lowering her back down, he takes them both under for a kiss. They hold each other under the water, their lips melting into a kiss so mind-blowingly amazing, that she forgets they’re not on land.

  Coming back up for air, he draws back an inch. “Forget about that tonight,” he says, kissing her quickly on the lips. “I brought you here for a reason.”

  “I thought we’d already done your reason,” she says, coquettishly.

  “One track-mind, Little Bit,” he smirks. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

  Belle wraps her arms around his neck. “You tainted me.”

  “You’re mine now so I can do as I please.”

  “Is that so, Mr. Bane?”

  He nods as a playful smile brings out his dimples. “Come with me,” he says, dragging her by the hand to the edge of the pool.

  “Where’re we going? Can’t we stay here all night?”

  “I wanna take you up to the top of the cliff. Let’s watch the sunset together, babe.”

  Judas covers her up with his leather jacket before they walk back. He picks up the satchel attached to the bike and takes out her favorite top and skirt, handing them to her. Bringing out spare clothing for himself, he says with a wink, "Knew you’d get wet for me, Little Bit."

  Getting dressed, they mount the Harley and continue up the mountain path. Once they reach the top, they watch the sunset with Judas standing tall behind Belle, his arms wrapped around her tiny waist.

  “Me and Tate decided to go for a ride next weekend in memory of Luis… so…” Judas says, trailing off.

  “That’s a great idea, Judas… I wish you wouldn’t blame yourself.”

  “It’s my fault he’s dead.”

  “No. Not it isn’t. I’ve said this before. If you blame yourself then I might as well be to blame since it was because of me you went against Mr. Kulich.” She hears him sigh so deeply that she can feel the ache in his chest.

  “He was my friend… my brother. I should have done more…”

  “You didn’t pull the trigger, Judas.”

  “I know…”

  It's obvious to Belle that the sacrifice Judas made still haunts him and she understands why. Vladimir Kulich, for all his sins, had been a father to Judas. He'd been there for him when Judas had nothing, albeit, taking him down the wrong path. When Judas is ready to talk to her about what he'd done that night for her and her family, she’ll welcome him in open arms. About anything. He's already opening up, little by little, with what happened to his mother. Opened up to her about the scars on his back, about how his father had used a horse whip to punish him.

  Judas takes time. She knows that. She herself battles with her demons, but they have each other for support now. Nothing can pull them asunder.

  They’re both survivors.

  They remain silent for awhile, looking out into the horizon, contemplating on the past, before he bends his head down to ask, “What’re you thinking, babe?”

  She smiles for a few seconds before answering him. “About how much my life has changed in just a year. How much I’ve changed. I understand now that there’s always going to be something or someone to be afraid of. That life is filled with so many problems that can tear us apart if we let it. I know that nothing is certain and no matter where I go or what I do, I'm always going to be faced with things that can make me run if I allow them to… But you—you showed me not to be ruled by my fears. And I realize now I'd rather be afraid with you than alone and safe. I'd rather spend whatever short time I have with you, Judas, no matter how scared I get… I want to live. I'm done hiding."

  Untangling himself, he turns her to face him head on. “You fit right here,” he says, placing her hand on his heart. “You ever need to hide from the world—you hide here, Little Bit.”

  “I couldn’t hide anywhere else. I want you. I want everything you have to offer and I don't care how scared I am or how unsure the future’s going to be for us. As long as I know you're by my side, I know I'm going to be okay.”

  Belle closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Before she can open them, his lips are on hers. Her body undulates against his, teased with the hardness of his hot mouth, his groans. He pulls away, just before she bites her lip lightly. “What about you?” she asks.

  “I guess… I hadn’t realized I was so unhappy until I knew I couldn’t have you… I always thought loving a woman was weak, but loving you makes me feel stronger… You give me a reason to fight back.” He brushes her hair away from her face, kissing the tip of her nose that wrinkles in return. “Loving you feels right and good and the right and good haven’t exactly been in my life, babe. Always done what I wanted, when I wanted, no-one ever refused me. Thought living my life the way I wanted was as good as it gets. As long as it filled in all the spaces my childhood turned rotten, I was okay… But I was wrong… Never understood just seeing someone smile or laugh, taking in their cute blush could make me feel… right... Didn’t know… And now my life is all about those little bits… with you.”

  His celestial eyes capture hers with each revered flex. Hooked on the infinite ache in his adoring gaze, she feels small and treasured just from the relished darkness of his stare.

  “I don’t regret a single thing,” he says.

  The criminal world. It was his whole life. And he gave up everything—all the money, all the power he had earned—handed it straight into Abruzzi’s hands on a silver platter. All so he can spend the rest of his life with her. Abruzzi had been more than eager to take up the new position, but he didn’t trust Judas’ intentions. The terms were for Judas to leave the state and to never return. Judas didn't even flinch at the deal.

  As for his mansion and his inheritance, Judas gave that all up too. Gave most of it away to Charity. The little he kept went toward buying his warehouse conversion, his business, and he insisted on paying for all of Belle’s college funds, despite her stubbornness to refuse. He argued that she owed it to the people she’ll save in the future to get the very best education.

  Judas wanted nothing to do with his old life. Not anymore. Not with Belle in his life.

  “I have a cute blush?” she asks, her face reddening in color.

  “Yeah. It takes all my strength to not drop to my knees and pleasure you for hours whenever I see it. You intoxicate me, babe—especially when your hair’s damp and wavy… like now… Shines like the ocean down there...” His head bends down to her eye level as a devious smile spreads across his features. “Christ, I love it when you wear white too… so pure and innocent... For some reason it reminds me of the first time I saw you when I was shot. Thought you an angel then too.”

  “Judas…” she says breathlessly, bringing her forehead against his. “You’re my fallen angel.”

  His lips slide down over hers and he kisses her just the way he knows how to get her flustered, deep long kisses that missed her, waited for her, kisses that travel to the center of her, and spread out and through her body slowly. His thumb rests in the indent at the corner of her mouth.

  “I love you," he says. He kisses her breathless again and the words stumble out between an airy pause, “I love you so much,” right before his tongue grazes her lower lip.

  He stops after a second, looking into her as though wondering how he’d gotten so lucky when he feels so unworthy. She hates it when he looks at her like that—like he doesn’t deserve her. “Judas—”

  “I need you,” he says, whisper soft, “I need you again.”

  Judas brings her down to lie on the patch of grass beneath them. She climbs on top of him, looking out onto the view of the ocean and the Sky ahead, but as soon as Belle straddles him, he rolls them over, tucking her small body under his, as the sweet scent of f
lowers surround her.

  He pushes her skirt up, pulls her panties down and unbuttons his jeans. She feels his hot tip peeking at the entrance of her tunnel and his panting breaths seems to increase—but he doesn’t enter her… like he’s nervous about something…

  “What’s wrong, Judas? You want me to beg?” That’s Judas’ thing. Making her beg for it. But something is different. His eyes seem to search her for something... “Judas? What’re you waiting for?

  “For you to say yes.”

  “Yes? To… What? You mean?” Shivers run rampant through her body. “Oh. My. God… Judas…”

  “Isabelle Kaitlyn Dela Cruz… Be my wife.”

  “She doesn’t answer, her tongue is dry and her bones lock shut, fusing to her skin like a magnet. His luminescent eyes follow hers as they travel around her face. When they finally lock in on his again, her insides sway.

  There is only one answer to give to a man like Judas Bane.

  “No.”

  His smile fades instantly, his eyes broody. “No? Why the hell not?”

  “No. Well… not until... you come inside me, Mr. Bane.”

  “I’ll make the whole world explode inside you, Mrs. Bane. For you… anything.”

  He kisses her again, his hands moving hers to pin her arms up. He kisses long and hard. It’s so intense, she thinks he’s going to fuck her there and then. But she wants him to thrust into her. Again and again. The urge is so strong that it physically aches when he removes his lips from hers. Judas is torturing her, little by little, with his sizzling kisses.

  She is dying already. Drowned with recklessness. Strangled with anticipation. Just dying with desire.

  “Does that mean you'll... You sure?” he whispers, rubbing her swollen mouth with the tip of his thumb.

  She stills under him, licking her lips, feeling the taste of him still on her tongue. She gazes up at her future husband, her heart feeling ready to spontaneously combust as she stares into his eyes and sees nothing but unconditional love beaming back at her.