Pure Requiem - Aja James Page 0,19

slickness of my still soapy skin and the continuing flow of water.

But she doesn’t take me inside even though she’s right there, the lips of her pussy open and pulsing against my sex, trapped between her groin and my stomach. She continues to suck on my tongue, kissing my mouth and face in desperate sips, her hands clawing down my lower back to knead into my buttocks, squeezing hard, urging me silently.

But she doesn’t take control. She’s waiting for me. She wants me to take her. She needs it.

Something primal and savage unleashes within me. In a move so sudden a breath huffs out of her in a startled gasp, I slam her back into the wall of the shower and bury myself balls-deep inside of her in one hard thrust.

Mindless. I’m mindless with desire, pain, anguish and hope. Most of all, with burning, all-consuming love.

Hard and deep and rough, I pin her against the wall and use the silken vise of her pussy to milk my cock. One hand holding her in place at her hip, hard enough to leave bruises that won’t fade for at least a day. One hand keeping her still and pliant around her throat, constricting her intake of air, letting her have just enough so that everything she feels is concentrated around the jolting, plunging, plowing thrusts of my cock.

I feel her body quiver and shake with the beginnings of her maelstrom, but I contain it by squeezing her neck tighter and shifting my hips so that I no longer need to hold her hip, my pistoning cock keeping her where I want her. My hand captures one breast, kneading hard, roughly rubbing my calloused thumb across her beaded nipple over and over, making her trapped moan vibrate against my palm at her neck.

Please, Tal! I need to come! I need to be filled with your cream! Please, I want it so bad. Let me have it. I need you more than I need to breathe!

I keep her on the edge, not letting her fall over the precipice, not letting her fly. Not yet. I don’t do it for her pleasure. I don’t do it for mine. It’s not anticipation I’m building. I’m a feral, growling animal in this moment.

It’s about domination. Control. Taking. Owning.

I’ve never felt this way. I’ve never done these things. Ishtar is the only female I’ve ever given my body to. The only female I’ve been inside. The only one I have ever, and will ever, love. Whereas the aggression and passion of our lovemaking over the past few weeks were “induced” by the powers Ishtar borrowed from Jade Cicada, this is all me.

All us.

Her submission and need, vulnerability and pain, awoke a beast inside of me that I never knew existed. Perhaps this beast has always been there, or perhaps it was borne of everything that’s been done to me. I do not know, and I do not care.

For once, I just want to feel. To take. To master.

I want to enslave this female to me, hold her in my thrall, the way she used to enslave me. I want to fuck any inkling of any other male that could ever vie for her attention out of her mind, body, heart and soul with the unrelenting, punishing thickness and length of my cock.

My upper lip curls on a primitive snarl, and I squeeze her throat infinitesimally tighter until she can barely breathe, until the only air she takes in is infused with my essence, and her heartbeat synchronizes with the throb of my cock.

When I’m done, when I give her what she wants, what she needs, she won’t be able to breathe without missing my scent. She won’t be able to move without craving the fullness of my cock. She won’t be able to hear without the echo of my groans in her ear as I own every last piece of her. And she won’t be able to live, she won’t want to live, without the ecstasy that only I can give her. My body, my blood, my seed.

My soul.

Her entire body is shaking uncontrollably now, though I still refuse to tip her over the edge. Her hands, now half-human, half-leopard, tighten on my ass, the dagger-like claws sinking into muscle, digging deep.

But this is the only way she tries to possess me back. She cannot help it. I can feel her control unraveling. She wants to make me make her come. With the Great White Beast inside her,