by Bea Biddle
”I'm not going to hurt you,” Cef whispered, hoping he was telling her the truth.
She softened under him, took a deep breath, nodded at him with an encouraging grin as she wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. ”I'm good,” she confirmed with a shy smile. ”Please,” she begged again. It was now or never. Her courage wouldn't last much longer.
With a sigh of shaky restraint, he pushed forward, entering as slowly and controlled as he could manage. A test of strength he hadn't been prepared for. She closed her eyes tightly and hissed, dug her nails into his back and whimpered. Groaning from deep in his throat, he moved until he was buried within her to the hilt. A sob escaped her. He was huge. He filled her as she had never been filled before. She had never felt someone of that girth, wasn't used to someone of that size stretching her as he did. She couldn't move, rigid and locked in place she dug her nails in deeper and tried breathing normally as she adjusted.
Cef froze, keeping as still as he could, feeling her tense underneath him. "Stop?" he asked again, his voice strained, shaking with effort.
She immediately shook her head with an elated giggle and opened her eyes, blinking up at him. He was big, big and wonderful and filled her like a dream. The size of him stretching her to the brim, she could feel every inch of him as her muscles worked furiously to accommodate him. And it was amazing. The initial jolt of surprise, the uncomfortable dull burst subsided the second she felt how perfectly he slid against her inner walls, sending shivers of delight through her. She rolled her hips against him, testing, experimenting. The feel of him making her moan loudly, gasping with pleasure. He growled loudly at the action, swallowing hard, his whole body trembling. It was exhilarating, adrenaline rushed through her. Cef was inside of her. Her big, brawny Demon, the Demon that had been haunting her since she met him.
Cef tightened his grip on her, his arms shaking with tension. He had to move, he needed to claim her properly. This was not enough. He pulled out, gently, slowly, the friction making her gasp. And when he slid back inside she cried out, clawing at his back, her nails scratching her skin. “Please,” she begged him with a strangled sob, “More.”
He groaned against her throat, thrusting again and again. A slow in and out as he mapped her body with his hands, sliding warm palms over her soft curves. He kissed along her collarbone, tasting her salty perspiration, nibbling her skin in tune with her moans. Gliding his hand down her hip, caressing his way down her thigh, he hooked his hand under her right knee, lifting it over his hip as he thrust deep. She cried out so sweetly for him he almost lost control. She was so delicious he could get lost in her for days, he wanted to stay buried in her forever. So silky and perfect, a perfect fit for him. She was made for me, he caught himself thinking as he thrust again, harder, making her feel him, all of him. She cried out again, biting down on his shoulder, her eyelids fluttering against his neck. Perfect, absolutely perfect.
The thought startled him. With a surprised grunt, he stilled, froze completely above her. Perfect? he questioned himself. Made for me? It made no sense. He should not be having these thoughts, he should not be thinking along those lines. It wasn't possible. He could feel it, he could feel it crawl along his spine, realization dawned like a punch to his gut. This was not sex, this was not the quick, easy fuck Karen may have shown up for. This was deeper, this was more. This was important. This was... Perfect. He was claiming her, claiming her like a Demon claimed his woman. This was dangerous.
“Cef?” Karen whispered softly, gazing up at him with uncertainty. He had stopped, and she didn't know why. He was still above her, looking down at her as if he was suddenly unsure, as if he was confused about something. His breath quickened, his eyebrows knotted together as his eyes narrowed. A frown marred his features and she gulped. No, no, please don't stop, Cef. Please, don't regret this. She licked her lips, brushing her fingertips down his jaw, outlining his own lips. “Please,” she breathed, “Don't- Don't stop now.”
“I couldn't even if I wanted to,” he said earnestly, meaning every word.
A giant grin spread on her face, a grin quickly wiped off her when he thrust inside her forcefully, making her cry out in pleasant surprise. She giggled stupidly. “Again,” she pleaded, high on lust and excitement. “Show me how a Demon does it.”
"I don't want to hurt you," he answered stoically, but she caught the mall smirk spreading on his lips, the warmth that radiated from his black eyes.
She huffed in impatience, giggling she tangled her hands in his dreads and lifted her head up to capture his mouth with her own, kissing him in a way that left no misunderstanding of her need. She licked along his cheekbone to his ear, biting down on his earlobe, nibbling, her teeth scraping roughly against his skin. She heard him groan at the action, felt his shoulders shake and his breath coming out ragged. “I'll manage,” she whispered in a moan and lifted herself against him, taking him in fast. He growled, grinding against her.
”You have no idea of the trouble you are in,” he muttered under his breath, trying to regain control but feeling it escaping from him at an alarming rate.
”Show me,” she demanded, ”Don't hold back.”
He laughed, afraid to move lest he did what she asked. "You don't know what you're asking."
”I know that I want you. I want the Demon,” she stated. “I'm not going to break.”
With a grunt he took her, knowing he had lost the battle. No more control, the last of his discipline had slipped from him. He could hold back no longer, he couldn't take it. His arms tightened around her, holding her to him as he claimed her, made her his. She hissed and growled, scratched down his back, clinging to him as his pace quickened.
Karen rolled her head back on a pillow, locked her ankles behind his back, trying to lift her hips to him in the impossible rhythm he was setting. She cried out, again and again, feeling him deeper and harder than she had before. Too good, he felt too good. The pleasure spreading through her core with every plunder, with his body inside her. It was overwhelming. She screamed out in pure abandon, in submission to him as he worked her into a frenzy. She met his thrusts, matched his fevered kisses scorching her skin, her jaw, her lips, his touch on her body drove her wild. She couldn't think anymore, she could barely function. Cef's name kept repeating itself in her brain. No, someone was saying it. Her own voice was calling it out.
He answered with hers, letting her name roll off his tongue as he left love bites on her throat, her shoulders and collarbone. Marking her. She was his, his and no one else's. He wanted to make sure she knew. No one else would have her like this. She belonged to him. With a slap he had his hands on her soft ass, kneading the cheeks in harsh strokes, pulling her against him. Her moans came harder, mixed with sobbing, whimpering and whining. She spread for him, as wide as she could, wanting, needing, him as deep as he could possibly go.
Harder, he took her harder, he drove into her, impaling her like the true Demon warlord he was. The bed creaked alarmingly, hammering into the wall repeatedly. Her cries came faster and louder. She was so damn sweet, so damn wet. And it was for him, because of him. The sound of their bodies slamming together was enough to make him growl and groan into her neck, her juices soaking them both. His mind was unraveling, spinning, there was nothing but her anymore, nothing but her screams of ecstasy that propelled him onwards, riding her thoroughly in his vicious pace.
The way she cried out for him, the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the way she hissed and gasped for him and him alone. It was driving him mad with desire for this strange creature, this human that had gotten under his skin. The way her head rolled from side to side as she screamed out in hot, burning passion, screaming out for him. It was all driving him mad, she was driving him mad. There was no longer a question of controlling himself, it was impossible. Thrusting, pounding, hammering himself into her eager, slick folds, he felt lost, lost in Karen. And not giving a damn if he ever found himself again.
The bed screeched and creaked, t
hreatened to break under them, under the onslaught he was putting it through. It slammed against the wall so hard plaster fell from the ceiling and dusted the kitchen bench and table. Painting cans and tubes clanged and skittered across the floor, canvasses no longer stacked neatly fell in heaps on the dusty, rhythmically pulsating floorboards. There was knocking on the walls from either side of the apartment, people yelling obscenities, screaming at them to keep it down. But neither Cef nor Karen cared, neither heard anything other than what was happening on the bed at that moment. It was their moment. It was their time. Nothing could take that from them.
With a roar Cef raised himself up on his arms, pressing her shoulders into the mattress. "Fuck! Cef! Yes!" With her hips against his, meeting him, thrust for brutal thrust, she ran her hands all over his sweat glistening torso. The sound of skin against skin, their bodies coming together in the most primal of ways, filled the room. "Cef!" Karen screamed again. "I think- I- I- Oh, Fuck!" Her brain had turned to mush, she couldn't string a coherent sentence together, but she recognized the build inside her. The intense, slow-burning that ripped through her core. She lifted her knees. It was in vain, he was already buried as deep as he could get. She cried out his name again, her arms flying to the sheets by her head, tearing at anything she could wrap her fingers around. So close. She was so close.
Cef knew it. He felt it. Draping her knees over his arms, spreading her for him, he rode her, pounded her until tears of complete bliss rolled from the corners of her eyes. And then she shattered. Exploded into a million pieces beneath him with one long guttural scream of ecstasy. She was practically flying, she was sure of it. She was floating against him. She could die at that moment and still be content. The response he had provoked from her body was unbelievable, impossible.
He watched her, watched how she shuddered and convulsed beneath him, around him. The feel of her muscles working him furiously almost made him erupt along with her. He watched as she bit down on the duvet, her body spasmed and shook violently along with her deep, drawn-out moans. His own release wasn't far behind, he could feel it. He drove inside her thrashing body, pushing her knees to her chest and plunged and propelled himself inside her as fast as he could, harder and harder. Her screams and moans were pushing him over the edge. He was spiraling down, lost to the world, his hips bucked against her. He sunk into her one last time, embedded to the root. Growling loudly, his body trembled and quivered as he finally found the release he had been chasing since he met her.
And then time stood still. The hurricane lifted. Everything settled around them. No more noise, no more chaos. The world moved in delicious slow motion as Karen embraced him when he collapsed on top of her.
His lips capturing hers in a sloppy, lazy kiss, their tired tongues dancing together. To her delight he didn't pull away, breathing heavily he burying his face in the nook between her neck and shoulder, mumbling her name over and over between small kisses. The vibration sending shivers down her overheated skin, soothing her used body. She welcomed the heavy weight of the man between her legs, gently ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his tight muscles and he groaned into her.
The bright sunlight that streamed into the room bathed the man on top of her in an otherworldly glow. He was otherworldly, she concluded with a satisfied sigh, he was amazing, he was absolutely wonderful. Her hands slowly explored his drained body as her breathing returned to normal, feeling her heartbeat crawl back down from her throat. A lazy massage up and down his arms, his back, his shoulders. Her feet stroked his strong, long legs, his shapely calves. He was fantastic, and she couldn't stop the moan from falling from her lips as she touched him, snug and content in his thick arms, loving the warm embrace as he held her tightly to him.
Her hand found its way to his dreads, and then to the horns nestled in the messy locks. Cold and hard, just like she imagined them, she could trace the ridges in them with her fingertips, could feel all the bumps and cracks. She fought the urge to growl in approval. She poked the tip, as softly as she could, but still felt the sting. It was sharp. She felt Cef chuckle at her curiosity, she answered with a grin and rolled her exhausted head to the side, closing her eyes with a deep, content sigh.
"I can't tell you how much I needed that," she heard Cef mumble next to her ear. She couldn't answer, she had no energy left in her body to talk at that moment. He lifted his head to look at her. His dark, penetrating gaze making her blush and giggle stupidly. “I needed you. Thank you,” he said earnestly.
She grinned at him. She wanted to tell him that he shouldn't thank her at all, she had been selfish and came to him for this because she had wanted him. Desperately. And she was pretty sure she got the better part of the deal. She wanted to tell him how much she had needed him, too, tell him how amazing he was, how wonderful he felt in her arms and just how mind-blowing everything had been. But all the words died in her mouth when he kissed her, his mouth dominated hers. Once again, their tongues battled and despite her exhaustion and weariness of her body, she could feel it responding to him instantly. Her lips were sore, just a little, she hadn't realized how rough the kisses had been. That excited her even more.
He moved, pulling out of her. "Oh!" she exclaimed and hissed. Her groin throbbed dully, her sex swollen, she could tell. It wasn't just her lips that were sore. A wonderful reminder of what she had just done, what she had just been put through. She was still floating. Still high on the experience and she couldn't contain the giggle. Cef had managed something Colin never could, something Karen didn't even believe she was capable of. She came, and came ridiculously hard, just by penetration. She had never in her life been able to do that. Didn't believe it possible. But of course, Cef would prove her wrong, as he did with most things, he would ravage her body and push her over the edge like the Demon he was.
”I'm sorry,” Cef said between kisses on her chest and throat, pulling her out of her thoughts. His hand on her left breast, his thumb brushing over the pointy nibble that had her gasping. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little," Karen confessed, twisting her hips, asserting the damage. They hurt a little, her thighs would have bruises from his fingertips she was sure of it. "I like it," she admitted sheepishly, "Fuck that was good. I feel thoroughly used for the first time in my life." With great effort, she slapped her hand over her blushing face, not believing those words actually left her mouth. She had spent way too much time with Sylvester.
Cef groaned with appreciation and climbed back over her, kissing her, pressing her into the mattress beneath her. “Stay,” he whispered when he broke the kiss, “Stay here today.”
Karen laughed. “Yeah, there is no way I'm leaving. Cef, I don't even think I can walk.”
Cef laughed with her, pecked her on the nose, and had it been possible, he would have snuggled even closer to her. He laid down next to her, half on her, with his head nuzzled in the neck and shoulder nook again, leaving little kisses on her flushed skin on the way. “Good,” he mumbled.
She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, letting him cover both of them in his duvet. There was no more conversation, no more words needed. Just the two of them, cuddled close together, softly touching and caressing each other, with soft, airy kisses that neither seemed to be able to stop.
Not long after, with the bright sunlight streaming into the room from the large windows, and New York's impressive skyline in the horizon, they both drifted off into a dreamless sleep, the kind only pure exhaustion could bring.
✽✽✽
Karen's eyes fluttered open. She was alone in the bed, cuddling a pillow that Cef no doubt had given her. The sky outside the large windows was orange and pink, dark clouds scattered across it. She wondered what the time was, it had to be late. It was clearly almost evening. She could smell the freshly brewed coffee. Amazing. But then again, Cef always had freshly brewed coffee on. Without moving from the bed, she scanned her surroundings, trying to locate her Demon.
She found him by his canvas. His dreads were
in the bun she loved so much. A serious expression etched on his face, he was lost in his painting. She couldn't see what it was, but his eyes flickered from the view to his canvas constantly. His fingers stained with orange, pink, red and white. He wasn't dressed, naked in all his glorious manliness. She didn't mind one bit, in fact, she was grateful. It served her purpose. She bit her lip, let herself feast on him, taking a sneaky peek. After all, it was just hanging there between his legs. And he was busy doing other stuff. And then she gulped. No wonder there had been a bit of a twinge to start with, the man was huge.
Cef glanced at the bed, catching Karen watching him. Blushing furiously, she immediately hid under the covers. His face broke into a wide grin. How long had she been watching him? It didn't matter. He put his brushes down and covered the canvas with the old, paint-stained sheet. "Slept alright?"
Karen was overwhelmed by a sudden surge of shyness that she had no idea where came from. She pulled down the covers, just enough to allow her eyes to show. There was no way she would allow him to see the silly, satisfied grin she cracked every time she looked at him. She nodded, knowing her voice would betray her. He bounded to the bed and before she could protest he had whipped the covers from her naked form. "Cef!" she yelled out in surprise and tried covering herself with her hands.
She failed miserably, much to Cef's immense joy. He crawled over her slowly, from the foot of the bed, hovered over her body making her forget she ever tried. "Don't bother with the covers. They won't keep me away." His low voice sent shivers down her naked skin. She intended to huff out a laugh but wasn't even surprised when she heard the short moan from her lips instead. "I've seen you naked already," he murmured, running soft fingertips along her hip. "Felt you," he added, making her moan again.