Pixie soul (Pixie Series 3-Completed)

Consequences

Rose

I wake up feeling like I'm about to come, and when I look down, I see him eating me. My entire face turns red.

"Wait!" I say as his tongue probes my entrance.

"Mmm..." he replies and continues his assault on my clit. I want to stop him, I'm dying with embarrassment, but the way my body is spiraling to my orgasm so fast, I decide to just close my eyes again and enjoy this. I'll deal with the consequences later. He inserts two fingers inside me, moving them in and out while his tongue stays on my clit, and I lose it. I combust under his tongue, so raw and painfully good. I gasp for air and just then, I feel his canines scratching my skin, realization striking me. Fear surges to the surface like a volcano, as I push his head away from me. He grunts and continues to hold my leg, liking the place of his bite.

"I didn't agree to that!" I tell him, and pull myself away from him.

"I wasn't going to let all those orgasmic endorphins go to waste..." he says and my mouth runs dry. His voice is smooth, it calms me down immediately. "And you are so delicious, my little darling!" He says as he crawls on top of me.

"Please don't hurt me!" I manage to whisper as fear crawls its way to the surface again.

"Hurt you? Darling, I'm going to torture you with pleasure until you scream my name so many times that you forget yours!" He says while his voice drops lower, sounding much raspier and sexier. I gasp at his words and look into his burning eyes.

"I don't even know your name!" I say mortified of my actions. How could I do this? Why do I want to do it again? What's wrong with me?

"You didn't mind not knowing my name when you were screaming in pleasure last night." He says with that dangerously sexy british accent.

"I..." I want to say something but my entire body lights up with a painful need as soon as his fingers move towards the inside of my thighs again.

"It's Tobias!" He says and then runs his fingers between my folds.

I gasp audibly, my lips parting. He seems to like my reaction as he smiles wickedly at me.

"Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?" He asks me, and I frown. Is this guy for real? My mind is torn between fear and the need to laugh at his words. That's it! I'm never mixing V with alcohol again! I can't help and let out a nervous chuckle.

"Are you laughing at me?" He asks visibly outraged by my action.

"And what if I am?" I dare him, still chuckling. He climbs on top of me, kissing my skin in the process and places himself between my legs. I can feel his tip probing at my entrance. My mind goes blank in that exact moment. My entire body lights up with the same need as last night, so desperate and painful. All the chuckles are gone as he slowly enters me, never breaking eye contact. I gasp loudly as he finally is fully seated inside me. Was he this big as night as well?

"Not so chirpy anymore, are you, darling?" He says, and I can hear the pride in his voice, as he rotates his hips.

"Fuck!" I hiss and close my eyes, biting my lower lip.

"You look so exquisite underneath me, biting you lip to suppress your moans. Open your eyes, Rosalia!" He says my full name and I immediately look at him. He pulls back and plunges inside me again, making me gasp loudly. He smirks at me and does it again.

"How does it feel, darling?" He asks and I bite my lip again and moan.

"That's what I thought..." he says and picks up his pace. His eyes burn into me as he chases my body to another orgasm. My core starts pulsating against his length and he groans, closing his eyes and allowing his canines to extend. Panic surges to the surface again as I look at his morphed face. He opens his eyes and looks at me with those black and blue orbs and I feel my heart about to explode iny chest, but also my orgasm clawing it's way through me. He bites his wrist and brings it to my lips, his blood dripping.

"Drink, Rosalia!" He says and I gasp, the blood getting in my mouth. As soon as it touches my tongue, the orgasm tears through me, my body trembling uncontrollably underneath him. His canines puncture my skin as he continues to plunge deep inside me and another orgasm crashes upon me making me black out again.

When I wake up, he is nowhere to be found, so I quickly pick up my dress, put it on and walk downstairs. I tiptoe myself out of the house, but as I get outside, I gasp.

"You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" I mutter to myself as I look on my left and see my house.

I walk fast and reach my door. I unlock it and go straight to my bedroom and into the shower. I turn on the cold water and let it run down my body to cool me off, but the only sensation I feel is that need. What's wrong with me? Why am I craving him? I run my fingers down my skin, trying to wash myself, and I feel my core pulsating with raw desire.

"Fuck!" I say and start rubbing my clit. I close my eyes and memories of him licking my clit come into my mind. I let myself enjoy them and cum on a minute later, but the need is still there. I try to walk to my bed but the movement of my legs just makes it worse. I can barely go down the stairs and walk back to his house. I bang on his door until he finally opens.

"What the fuck have you done to me?"