Vixen - a dark romance story

Chapter 23

Christopher Bang/ Bang Chan

Christopher felt a shockwave of satisfaction at her surrender. Keeping her wrists restrained above her head, he leaned back to admire her - pressed against the wall, with half-lidded, unfocused eyes and bruised lips from his kisses.

He couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. This was what he wanted. That was what he missed so badly.

"That's my girl."

His lips met hers again and he deepened the kiss, his mouth molding to hers with an ease that came from years of practice. His hand moved down to her thigh; hers gripped his shoulders.
Christopher explored her mouth with deep, sweeping strokes, drunk off the taste of her. After two years apart, kissing her felt like coming home.

Desire ramped up with every passing second. He lifted her leg to hook it around his hip, allowing him to press closer, to let her feel the evidence of his need against her abdomen.

He then broke the kiss and his lips moved down her neck, sucking, biting, and marking her as his own. His hand on her hip moved lower, to the hem of her shirt, tugging at it, his knuckles glancing over her toned stomach. His voice was low, and husky when he spoke.

"Take it off."

"You first,"

Christopher raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading on his face. Her stiffness from earlier seemed to have melted away and he found himself liking this defiant side to her more than he'd care to admit.

He released her wrists and his hands moved to his back. His eyes never left hers as he slowly lifted his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs.

He let it drop to the floor, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Seeing her eyes rake over his body, only stoked the fire inside him, only fed his already painful bulge.

He didn't break eye contact, not wanting to miss a single moment as she slowly and deliberately pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her round breasts that came down with a gentle bounce. The sight nearly sent him over the edge. His eyes roved over her curves, the slight tremble of her hands, the flush on her skin.

"Beautiful,"

Christopher pushed her back against the wall once more, his lips capturing hers in a passionate, possessive kiss. His tongue delved deep, savoring every corner of her wicked mouth. His hands wandered over her bare back, sliding down to the waistband of her pants, fingers slipping under the fabric to glide over her hips, firmly grasping the curve of her ass.

His lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to her chest. Ray let out a small whimper when he closed his mouth around her nipples and he soothed them with soft, leisurely licks until she pulled his hair hard enough to hurt.

Christopher slowly dropped to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her hips.

He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, the sight of her - flushed, panting, his marks on her skin - made a zap of pleasure shoot down his spine, and his abs tightened.

He tugged at her pants, pulling them down gently but firmly. He pressed a kiss to her hip bone while his fingers traced her thighs, reacquainting with her body: every dip, every scar, every mole.

Every deliberate detour elicited moans that escalated into a full-blown cry when he finally slid her panties aside and rubbed his thumb over her clit.

Christopher bit back a groan, "So fucking wet for me."

He could hear her erratic breathing, and it made his mind spin. His hands moved to her hips, holding her steady against the wall. His mouth hovered over her, his breath hot against her pussy.

"Eyes on me. Look at me when you come on my face." He murmured roughly.

He waited until she complied, her eyes locking with his and her body trembling with anticipation. Heat raced down his spine as his thumb worked her with slow strokes, circling and teasing until she was dripping all over his hand. Ray bucked against him, her face etched with frustration.

"Chris." A breathless plea fell from her lips. "Please."

He hardened to the point of pain. God, nothing in the world ever sounded as sweet as the sound of his name on her lips.

With that, he hooked her thigh on his shoulder and pushed his mouth against her. His lips wrapped around her bud, sucking and teasing.

He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit and his senses filled with her, the scent of her arousal, the sound of her whimpers. The air in the room was thick with desire, and he was drowning in it - the taste of her pleasure, the feel of her, the way she fell apart under his touch.

Another cry tore from her throat when he thrust two fingers inside her. She was so wet, she took them easily, and her hips jerked again when he buried them to knuckles.

"Oh God." Her nails dug painful crescents into his back. "I can't... that's...fuck..."

Her words splintered as he finger-fucked her into a sobbing, incoherent mess. Her moans and the slick sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her filled the room, drowning out his harsh breathing while his experienced tongue worked over her folds in slow circles.

Christopher almost lost it at the sight of her stretched so beautifully around him, but he forced himself under control. This was about her, and he wanted to enjoy every second, even if it was at his own expense for the time being.

He kept his eyes on Ray as he slammed his fingers back in and curled them so they hit her most sensitive spot. He watched every single expression and change in response to his touch. The sounds she made, each moan and gasp, it was like fuel on the fire, his need for her burning hot and unquenchable.

He could feel her getting closer, growing tighter. Her face was twisted with pleasure, and her lips were parted in a soundless moan as she arched against his mouth.

"That's it, baby. Come for me."

She fell apart instantly. Head back, skin flushed, cries hoarse as she spasmed around his fingers, the sight almost his undoing. He slowed down the pace of his mouth and kept the heel of his hand pressed against her clit while she rode out the waves of her orgasm, and he didn't withdraw until the last of her shudders subsided.

He rose to his feet after licking his fingers clean, and moved closer, his hands resting on her hips, holding her upright.

He pressed his forehead against hers, his chest aching with a fierce blend of need and longing. Their breaths mingled, and despite the erection pressing painfully against his zipper, his arousal took a back seat to the unbearable intimacy of the moment.

Christopher leaned in, his mouth next to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Do you still think your body is a liar, love ?"