𝐋'𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐮 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞

Chapter 7: Fast & Slow

It started with him biting into you, moaning vulgarly at the taste of real flesh. Part of you thought he was going to cannibalize you with how unrelenting he bit down, drawing blood that dripped its way down your shoulder.

"You feel divine." He whispers into your ear between kissing and sucking your neck.

It warranted small whines from your throat at the most sensitive spots getting the most attention.

"Not really, you're just desperate."

"Oh no, not at all."

William sits up a bit, now straddling you and gazing straight down. You notice after years of being put away in that storage closet his clothes corroded into nothingness. It left him with nothing on, completely naked on top of you with not a care in the world.

"I've wanted this for a while, it was the first thing I just had to do."

You're so dazed by this confession you nearly don't notice how he's tearing off your shirt and flinging it to the side. It makes you nervous for being less covered, having another set of eyes on your bare body.

This was always an unpleasant experience you had in the past, but now you knew for this it was perfect.

Overlooked even, you were of flesh and blood, and that made you perfect.

"And oh god, when I saw you come back absolutely disgusting, and filthy after hunting down those men for me...I wanted to defile you until you couldn't walk or even think."

You think you're about to have a damned heart attack from the absolute feral things you hear this man say, but you couldn't help but welcome it. From all the things you've ever heard a desperate man convey, this has to be on the top shelf of it all.

Nothing more is said when he crashes his lips back onto your and grabs hold of your wrists, caressing the insides of the vulnerable flesh with the pads of his thumbs.

Both of you kiss like it's the last moments of existence and this is the last time, even if it's the first. The way he kisses you is purely hot and fast, leaving you breathless and trying to catch up between breathing out after being kissed.

Your hands begin roaming over his body, not leaving a single spot neglected for the missed decades you didn't even know existed. It felt like an eternity when the both of yours stopped and he got off you finally, positioning himself between your legs.

In front of him, you're a mess of sweaty skin and uneven breathing as you look up to him with your head only resting on a towel on the tile floor. Solely for tonight, you guess you'd be at this man's mercy, and it felt too natural.

This felt too real just to be laying before him like an untouched meal. And so you watch helplessly as he takes the rest of your clothes off, pants and anything underneath thrown aside.

Before you can even say anything to him about the current situation he drops down before you, hands finding their way to your thighs, and his mouth going around your hard-on.

You gasp at the contact of his hot mouth enveloping just a fraction of your dick as he goes down on you like it's an order. You find your way sitting up just to watch him and his eyes meet yours, keeping contact all the way through.

Over and over, he goes up and down on your cock leaving you moaning just at the sight of it alone. You couldn't believe he would even do this in the first place.

This was all so unexpected, incredibly weird everytime a minute in this bathroom passed, knowing you'd never find yourself being ravished in it. If you had thought about it before, it was the idea of him using you for his own pleasure that came to mine.