69. Lust

Genre: Paranormal romance, drama

Type: Series
Characters: Leigh & Krisis

Prompt: 94. Lust

Word Count:  540 +

Warning:  nudity, adult situations, 

Rating:  M- (coarse language, adult situations, nudity. N.B-Applies to the whole series)

Summary: Krisis and Leigh get reacquainted...properly

94. Lust

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Barnacle Bay, present day...

Leigh didn’t remember how or when they started down the path of destruction and madness. One minute she was on the couch, crying her eyes out, and the next she was kissing him, running her hands through his hair, and practically begging him to take her, right there, on Jesse’s bed, in her wedding dress.

His kisses drove her wild with desire, and through a haze, she saw her greedy hands peel at his shirt, rip the buttons open until she was running her palms on his chest, and then down lower to his abs. He gently pushed her hands away, and turned her around slowly, her back to him. She gasped when she felt his hard on, rubbing up against the thin material of her silk dress.

“No we can’t,” she protested, but she knew it was no use. They both wanted this, needed it as much as they needed the very air to keep breathing.

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Krisis whispered in her ear, cupping her breast possessively, slowly caressing her nipple until it was taut with desire. His cool breath on her neck set her on fire, and she leaned back on his chest, and tilted her face up for his greedy kiss.

“No! Yes! No.” She moaned with desire, not sure what she was saying, or what she was crying for. She just knew she didn’t want this feeling to stop, this crazy, lustful need she had for him. She wanted it to last forever.

“Which one is it Leigh? Do you want me to stop?” He asked again, nibbling on her ear lobe, reminding her of their first time, the way he’d cradled her hips against his, the way he’d stared at her naked body so lovingly.

She shook her head, unable to speak. She was convinced if she spoke she wouldn’t make sense. That’s how delirious she was with lust. She pushed against him, rubbing herself against his erection. The memory of him, inside of her, filling her to capacity, turned her on even more.

“Say it Leigh. Tell me what you want,” Krisis murmured against her neck again, one hand still working on the zipper on her dress, and the other gently tugging on her nipple.

“I want you…” She stopped when she felt the zip slide down, his cool fingers stroking her exposed back.

“Yes. What do you want?” He asked again. He was enjoying this, making her beg. He knew she was putty in his hands, and for a second she hated him for being such an expert on her body.

“I want you, inside of me. NOW!” She croaked at last. He needed no further confirmation.

Their mating after two months of celibacy for both of them, was quick but blissful, as if they both knew they didn’t have much time. But the intensity, and the passion left her speechless and in tears. It felt like the first time they made love…

“I love you,” she cried softly, her moans of pleasure quickly turning to sobs. When he looked into her eyes, and saw her tears, he immediately wanted to pull away from her, thinking he’d hurt her somehow, but she firmly held him in place, refusing to let him go…

Continued in prompt 82. Content...Read more