by Snow,Jenika
“I want the real you, Wrath,” she said again, harder, more determined this time. Sweet and gentle was not Wrath. “I feel in love with the man you really are.”
A dark look of possession and arousal covered his face. “Tell me you want me to do filthy fucking things to you, that you’re only mine.” He slid his hand over her thigh, along her hip, and up her side to rest right by her breast.
Yes.
“Tell me you’ll only ever be mine.”
“I’m only yours,” she said without hesitation, meaning it.
He slid his hand over her breast, very slowly, but with pressure that had her teetering on the edge of orgasm. When he covered the mound a moan spilled from her. He applied pressure to her breast, curled his hand around her sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled her and mixed with the pleasure. She let her head fall back slightly, closed her eyes, and then she felt Wrath’s mouth on her exposed throat.
She could have gotten off from the feel of his teeth and lips on her flesh.
Curling her hands around his wide, muscular shoulders, she dug her nails into his tattooed flesh. This was going to happen, and damn anything that tried to stop her from being with the man she loved.
Chapter Seven
Wrath groaned deeply against Lila’s neck. She even tasted sweet.
Shit, is this really happening?
He flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of her neck, over and over again, knowing he could have done this all night long. He wanted to memorize her body, have the flavor of her flesh on his tongue.
Her breasts were more than a handful, and her nipple was a rock hard bead in the center of his palm. His cock jerked against the zipper of his jeans, and he knew he could have come right then if he kept this up. He’d been so worked up for her for so many years he was liable to shoot his load before he was even inside of her.
Wrath wanted her, and he was going to have her.
“You have no idea how hard I am right now for you, baby.”
She moaned, and the vibrations that came from her neck went right to his body. He started kissing her harder, running his tongue along her lips before dipping it into the hot recess of her mouth.
“Tell me what you want, Wrath.”
He pulled back and looked at her face. She had this drugged-like expression covering her delicate features, and the male part of him, the side that was a fiend for Lila, pushed forward. If she wanted him in all his fucked up glory, then he’d give it to her.
“I want to see your ass in the air, Lila.” He gauged her reaction. She started breathing harder, her mouth parting. “I want to leave my mark on you, want you filled with my cum.”
Her pupils dilated.
“I want to spread your legs and look at the cunt that is mine,” he growled out like some kind of fucking animal. He didn’t want to talk anymore. All he wanted was them naked and on a bed with him between her thighs.
Wrath took her mouth again, fucked her between her lips with his tongue, and groaned deeply.
“Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Lila…” A gasp left her, and he swallowed it. Kissing her harder, he didn’t give her time to even think. He was the male, the one that would be in control, and the one that would make her feel good. She wouldn’t have to worry about anything aside from feeling herself falling over the edge with him.
He slipped his hand to the hem of her dress, and without giving her a chance to realize what was happening he tore the material away from her, the fabric tearing right down the seam on the side. The sound of fabric rending filled the room, turning him on even more. Wrath looked at the material now torn and bunched in his hand. He tossed it away, and looked down at Lila. She had this white lace bra on and a pair of matching panties. She had curves in all the right places, and he held in his groan at the sight of her.
She was even more beautiful than he could have imagined.
“Take the bra off, Lila.” He looked up and her and saw the way she swallowed, her throat working from the act. She did what he said, and he was frozen in place. The sight of her bared breasts, free of the confining material of a bra, had his mouth watering. Without thinking about anything else, he moved them away from the wall and over to the couch.
Wrath wanted her spread out, and he was too impatient to take her to the room.
Once she was on the couch, he took a step back and looked at her. He tried to remember this was their first time together, that he should go slowly, but he couldn’t. It had been a lifetime that he’d wanted her.
“Come here,” she whispered.
He was so weak when it came to her. He moved onto the couch, sitting beside her, wanting to touch her. Instead he lowered his head and latched onto one of her nipples. Moving his tongue around her areola before sucking the taut peak in his mouth, Wrath felt her tremble beneath him. He took her flesh harder and more fiercely in his mouth.
Wrath alternated to the other breast. He sucked, licked and nipped until both of her nipples were wet, hard, and red. Her little pants and soft mewls for more wouldn’t stop him from escalating this.
He was too far gone.
“I want to see every fucking part of your body that will be mine, not only tonight, but forever, Lila.” He leaned forward, placed his mouth right on hers, but didn’t apply any pressure.
I shouldn’t say this shit when I know I can’t keep her. I should face the facts she’s not right for my life, that who I am is too dangerous for her.
But I can’t help myself either.
He spoke softly. “And when I slide my dick into your pussy, I want to see you stretched for me, Lila.”
“Wrath,” she moaned his name softly.
She leaned forward slightly until their mouths were fused together. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip. The sight of her ready for him made him crazed with need.
Burying his face in the crook of her neck he inhaled deeply, imprinting her scent in his lungs.
Yes, she was his.
He placed his hand right over her pussy, through the material of her panties, and pulled back to look into her face again. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly opened as she breathed in and out heavily.
“This is mine, Lila.” He added pressure between her thighs. “You are mine.”
Her lust was so strong that her pupils were fully dilated.
“You know what I’d do for you?”
She nodded.
“I’d kill for you.” He ran his finger over her collarbone. “I’d die for you.” He looked into her eyes so she knew how much he meant those words. “You’ve been it for me from the beginning.” He swallowed, about to tell her the truth because he wanted her to know. “I haven’t been with any other women since I fell in love with you.”
Her eyes widened slightly at his admission.
“Yes, Lila. It’s been fucking years for me that I’ve been needing you.” Her scent made him drunk. “When I say you’ve been it for me, I really fucking mean that.”
“Wrath—”
He cut her off by kissing her until she was clenching her hands on his biceps.
“I want to be inside of you so badly right now,” he said against her mouth. “I want to slide my cock deep into your body, feel you clench around me, and have your wetness slide down the length of my dick.”
“God, I want that, too,” she moaned the words out. She licked her lips and lifted her hips, causing his hand to press further against her. He felt her wetness through her panties.
“I am going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who you belong to.”
I shouldn’t say this shit.
No, he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself either.
This time he took her mouth brutally, their lips pressing so hard together circulation was cut off and their teeth clashed together. He rotated his hand so he could press his thumb to her clit, which was engorged. He felt the nub slightly protruding through her panties, and he was fucking going insane over it.
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She writhed under him, held onto his biceps with an unyielding force, and curled her nails into his flesh. Yes, he wanted that fucking pain. Pulling back so he could look down at her, all Wrath could think was that she was his.
And she is. She’s fucking mine.
Always has been, and always will be.
Shit, he needed to get his head on straight and think about the long run, and what was best for Lila and Faye.
But for the life of him, knowing he was a bastard and coldhearted down to the core, he still couldn’t stop this from progressing.
He leaned down and ran his tongue along her lips. A moan left her, and before she could suck in another lungful of air he was moving down her body until his face was at the junction between her thighs.
He needed to taste her.
He pulled back another inch and looked down. The white cotton panties she wore were the hottest fucking things. To hell with anyone that said lingerie was sexy. Lila could wear a burlap sack and she’d be the sexiest woman to him.
He rubbed his fingers over the material of her underwear. The fabric was soaked clean through. And because they were white Wrath could see the lips of her cunt, and the cleft between them clearly.
Fuck.
God dammit.
I’m going to lose it.
He ran a hand over his mouth as he stared between her thighs. She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She was curvy as fuck, with generous hips that were made for him to hold onto while he pounded the fuck out of her. And her belly was nice and rounded, not concave and skinny as shit. She looked womanlier now, not like before. But he loved her in any way he could get her. She’d been gorgeous before, and she still was. Maybe even more now that she had this glow going on.
Yeah, she was beautiful in every fucking way.
And I’m about to have my way with her.
“You’re killing me with the wait, Wrath,” Lila breathed out, and he lifted his gaze to her face.
He didn’t want to torture her—or himself for that matter.
Wrath leaned down and closed his eyes, inhaling the sweet, yet musky scent of her arousal. It filled his head, made him feel drunk, and he groaned low like he was some fucking animal.
He ran his tongue first along her left inner thigh, and then moved to her right, tasting her intoxicating flesh, and needing more, but wanting to go slow, to take his time.
Yeah right.
“Oh. God. Wrath.”
He loved hearing her say his name, and it was all the fucking sweeter when she was in throes of pleasure.
“Lila,” he groaned against her flesh.
She had her hands in his hair a second later and tugged at the strands forcefully.
“Yeah. That’s so fucking it.” He squeezed his hands on her thighs and moaned at how good that sting of pain was mixing with his pleasure. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said to himself, but he loved when she moaned a response. He latched his mouth right over her pussy, not caring that her panties were obstructing her bare flesh from him. Hell, he liked it. It turned him on even more.
He sucked on her through the fabric until the material grew pliant and soaked from his saliva. Her pussy lips were swollen from her arousal, and he curled his fingers into the flesh of her thighs even more.
Wrath suckled on her for long seconds, not wanting to stop, but finally forcing himself to pull away and look down at her pussy.
Oh. Shit.
He could see every part of her. The white cotton was pretty transparent, and the bare flesh of her cunt lips had his cock jerking. The fabric was so soaked it was molded to her body, showing him the cleft in the center in full detail.
He reached between his legs and rubbed his cock.
“Touch me, Wrath,” she whispered, and that plea went through his entire body. He slipped a finger under the edge of her underwear, running the digit up and down on the soaked material, and finally pulled it aside. He exposed her bared pussy to him, and his throat tightened to see the hairless pink flesh.
God. So fucking gorgeous.
The only hair she did have was a trimmed dark thatch on the top of her mound.
“Please, Wrath. Touch me.”
A guttural groan left him, and he couldn’t hold back anything. He leaned forward and attacked her pink flesh like a starving man.
I am starving for her. Only her.
The musky, sweet smell and flavor of her exploded on his tongue and filled his nose. He licked and sucked at her flesh harder, with more fervor. The sounds she made were making him insane, making him harder. He started thrusting his cock against the couch cushion, not able to help himself he was like a damn teenager humping the furniture and not able to control his libido.
Pulling her pussy lips apart with his thumbs, and all the while keeping her panties pushed to the side, Wrath flattened his tongue and slowly dragged it up her slit.
“Oh. God, Wrath.”
He sucked her clit into his mouth at the same time he pushed two of his fingers into her clenching body. Her pussy gripped those digits in rhythmic pulls instantly. She tasted like the sweetest peach. He sucked on the hard bundle of nerves at the top of her mound with increasing force, wanting her to come from this alone. It didn’t take long for her to explode for him, but he didn’t stop working his mouth on her.
Lila still had a hard grip on his hair, and she tugged at the strands forcefully. He grunted in pleasure but didn’t stop what he did.
He was so fucking turned on that he wasn’t even trying to hide the fact he was still pressing his cock against the couch.
It wasn’t helping, though, not when he wanted to be inside of her sweet pussy.
Wrath pulled away, trying to stay calm, but having a really fucking hard time of it. The sight of her post-climatic high covering her face had his entire body strung tight. He stared at her as he licked his lips, tasting the addictive flavor of her pussy covering his mouth.
Every part of him was on fire.
“Take me to the bedroom, Wrath. I need you inside of me.” Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks were red from her orgasm.
Christ, she can’t say that to me or I’ll come.
He had her in his arms as soon as the words left her mouth. Her face was in the crook of his neck, and the small, heated puffs of her breath moved along his flesh. Once he was inside the room with the door closed behind them, he was striding to the bed. He got rid of what little clothing she had left on, and put her on the center of the mattress a second later.
“Lie back with your legs spread as wide as you can get them, baby.”
Her chest rose and fell quickly, but she did what he said without any hesitation. A deep noise left him in pleasure. She placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide. Wrath ran a hand over his mouth as he watched her pussy lips part, exposing how pink she was for him.
“Fuck, Lila.”
Her clit was hard, and the crack of her ass and roundness of her cheeks called out to him. For a moment all he did was stare at her, at the pussy that was his and no one else’s.
“Say you’re mine,” he ordered, needing her to say the words again and again.
“I’m yours, Wrath.”
Yeah, she was.
Slowly he slid his eyes from her pussy to her face, and held her gaze with his own. There would be no other for him, and the same went for her.
You’re acting fucking crazy.
He squeezed his eyes shut, pushed those thoughts away, and focused on the here and now.
“Hey,” she murmured, and he looked at her again. “I’m yours.”
His heart stopped in his chest for a millisecond at her words.
But I can’t keep you.
She was his everything, and that’s why he knew leaving her behind after this was all said and done was the best thing for her and Faye. Maybe he was a bastard for going through with this, for sleeping with her, but he loved her. Wrath needed to be with her like he needed to breathe. This wasn�
��t just about fucking. This was about giving himself to Lila, the only woman he’d ever do that with.
She was the only woman who meant more to him than anything else on this fucking planet.
As time moved on, she’d come to understand why he had to do what he did. He hoped she wouldn’t come to hate him, but he’d understand if she did.
He’d expect it even.
Chapter Eight
This is really happening, and I’m not even going to try and talk myself out of it.
She was on the bed, totally naked, her legs spread, and Wrath staring at her like he was barely hanging onto his control.
Hell, he looked like he was about to snap.
And all I can think about is pushing him further.
“How about you get as naked for me as I am for you?” She could barely get the words out she was so aroused. Her throat was tight, her mouth dry. But she wanted this, needed to see him bared like she was.
He gripped the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and her heart jackknifed behind her ribs. Wrath was so very big. He was tall and hard all over … the epitome of what a healthy, strong male should look like.
And his tattoos were dangerous in appearance, frightening in their complexity.
Giving into Wrath was easy, because being with him was what she’d wanted for a long time. She’d made bad decisions that had resulted in beautiful outcomes, but they also had disastrous consequences.
But with Wrath she knew she’d always be protected, that he’d make sure nothing got to her or Faye.
Aside from Tank, Lila had never felt safer than when Wrath was by her side.
She kept staring at the tattoos that started along his upper biceps, moved over his shoulders, and covered his pecs. He had ink on his stomach, and she knew on his back, as well. But under all those designs was hard muscle and strength.
So much strength it made her breathless.
“I want to make this good for you, baby, but I like certain things.” He swallowed, his throat working.