Little Lies

28. A Beast

Leon is a beast. A pure beast, no trace of humanity within him. I suppose I should've figured that by now, but never did I think I would see him like this. Feel him like this, taste him like this. His fingers in my hair and his mouth on mine. His tongue pushing for dominance, strong and terrifying. Terrifyingly addictive, I fear that if I were subject to this for too long, I might take too much of a liking to it.

His scent is all over me, suffocating my senses and making sure the only thing I'm aware of is him. His body on mine, and my lips on his, I crave every inch of him, more than I need my next breath. What the hell has overcome me? I despise this man who has suddenly taken control of my life and claimed it as his. I want nothing more than to be rid of him. But I also ache for him to be inside me more desperately than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

Leon breaks the kiss to trail his nose down my neck, peppering kissing along the sensitive skin. I shudder beneath him, my whole body pulsing with unspent energy. "I've wanted this since the moment I saw you." He breathes, his head travelling further and further down my body. A sound escaped my body, something unfamiliar, laced with yearning. I don't think too much about his words. I can't deny that a part of me wanted to fuck him when I first saw that unholy face. Regardless, his words send sparks through me.

I struggle beneath him, moving to unbuckle his belt, wanting him in me now. But his hand is quick to grasp my own and stop me. "Not yet," he chuckles deeply. My lips shape into a pout, not that he can see me. My body cries for friction, anything. Just something to make this feeling within me stronger. I need it so bad, I don't think I have the patience for whatever games he wants to play tonight.

Leon begins to work on my paints, undoing the buttons and zipper painstakingly slowly. My hips rise on their own accord, and another breathy laugh escapes his luscious lips. Does he know just exactly what he's doing to me? It hurts more than anything, the burning pain deep within my core. He's already caused me so much grief, why keep going? "Please," I whimper.

"Such nice manners coming from such a pretty girl," he continues to work on my pants until they're undone, and he's pulling them down my hips with ease, until they rest just above my ankles, leaving me twisted and vulnerable. "I wonder if her kitty is just as pretty as the rest of her," god, the things this man's words do to me. I feel like the filthiest person in the world.

I'm wearing a silk thong, one of my nicest pieces of undergarments. I wore it mainly because I didn't want to be embarrassed when trying on all the nice clothes Alicia put me in today. I didn't think I would end up here, with Leon gazing down at the fabric as if it is an obstacle he must remove. "Did you wear this underwear for my brother?" He questions.

I'm suddenly pulled out of my feverish daze, and look at him. His eyes are hooded and dark. The beast is alive and raging within him. For the first time, I feel a prick of fear at the back of my neck. "No." I say truthfully. I hadn't even thought of Holland when getting dressed for the day. I hadn't even considered sleeping with him after the date.

"No." He throws my word back at me. Though he doesn't sound as if he doesn't believe me. It more sounds like he's affirming that's the case. "No, you wouldn't wear anything like this for another man. You won't ever wear anything like this for another man. There won't ever be another man." His fingers trace along my hip bone delicately, until they wrap around the silk underwear, and then he tugs them down.

I lean back and gasp at the action, the spark returning to me instantly. "Even more beautiful than I imagined." He says before placing the most tender of kisses upon my heat.

"Please, please," I can't help but humiliate myself as I beg for him. I feel him as he moves closer to my clit and begins to suck. My hands find his head and I grip onto his hair, pushing him against me. I have no shame as sounds escape me while he sucks. The burning within me relieves slightly as he pays attention to its source, making sure to be gentle as his teeth scrape along me.

He continues sucking and touching me until that spark begins to turn into a precipice. Sweat is gathered along my skin and my hands still grip onto his hair for dear life. "Don't stop, oh god don't stop."

Much to my dismay, he does. And that gorgeous face looks up at me. His mouth glistens with my wetness and he licks his lips like a famished animal. "You taste so sweet." He crawls up my body until he is above me and we are eye to eye. Leaning in slow, his lips press against mine, warm and wet. When I open for him, I can taste myself upon his tongue. "Fuck you're more than I could ever need, and I haven't even been inside you yet."

His thigh wedges between my legs and rubs against me. I moan in response, moving my body along with his, soaking up the feel of the pressure as it relieves that growing ache. My arms wrap around his back, pulling him closer. Why cant he just fuck me already? "So eager for me, huh? You want me to fill you up with my cock?" I nod my head eagerly while continuing to rub myself on him. "Say it. I want to hear you say it."

I shake my head and hide my face in the crook of his neck. I can't say that. That would make it too real. That would mean admitting I want him, that I want him inside me. Even if I do. More whimpers leave my mouth as I rub and rub until I think I'm close. But then he pulls away and I'm left wanting all over again. "No!"

Leon holds me close, pulling me up and hugging me tightly. "Shhhhhh, it's alright." He coos. I sniffle and try to find some kind of friction, but fail miserably. "I need you to tell me what you want. I won't give you what you want until you do."

Even during sex this man is the bane of my existence. "Please don't make me." I whisper helplessly.

His hand continues to rub soothing circles along my back, but he still makes no move to do anything else. "You know what you need to do, baby. Just tell me what I want to hear and I'll make you feel good." He moves and I can feel him thick and hard along my stomach.

He wants me too, so why can't he just do both of us a favour and give us what we need? But I know he won't, not until I do what he says.

"I—" I swallow the lump in my throat. "I want you inside me."

There's a moment of utter silence. "That's all I wanted to hear."

Leon throws me onto my back and unbuckles his belt followed by his pants, pulling down his trousers and boxers, revealing his hard, long cock beneath. It's angry and so large, bigger than anything I've ever had. So big I don't think it'll be able to fit inside of me. He seems to notice my eyes widen, as he smiles down at me. "All mine."

He maneuvers my bodily easily as if I were a limp doll, until his head is positioned at my entrance. And then he pushes inside of me and I see stars. My body sucks him deep within until he presses against my womb. The sweet sensation flitters all over my body, heightened with the edge of pain as my body stretches to accommodate him.

He moans deeply, his fingers digging into my flesh so hard I think they'll cause bruises. But I don't care, I'm so high on the feeling of him within my body, I hardly can think about anything else at all. That is until he pulls back and the sensitive walls of my inner dance with electricity. He's slow as he goes back in but with each painful second, he fasteners his pace just slightly.

I don't know how long I can take this. The anticipation. The wanting. The needing.

"Tell me you're mine." He says, with barely restrained hunger.

I stay silent.

"Tell me or you leave."

He moves painstakingly slow inside me and I'm reminded of what I need.

The words barely register as words when they leave my mouth. And their weight won't register for quite a while after. "I'm yours."

With a growl he doesn't waste another second as he thrusts hard and deep within me, pounding into me so roughly that his skin slaps against mine and leaves the aching bite of pain with it. That sensation of pure ecstasy washes over me within seconds and I cry out in release. "Oh Leon!" He continues to thrust over and over again, holding me within his possessive grip, so tightly I wonder if he'll ever let me go.

"I'm never letting you go." He groans as he releases his hot seed inside of me.

The last thing I remember is him carrying me down the hall and laying me upon a bed so soft that it swallows me whole. And his hands around my body.