Deans POV
Inside Baby
February.
The moon hung high above, casting a silvery glow that filtered through the windows of the Impala. I leaned back into the worn leather seat, feeling the familiar hum of the engine beneath us. Sheva sat close, her presence intoxicating, the heat radiating from her making it hard to think straight.
"Dean." Her voice dripped with temptation as she leaned in, those captivating eyes locking onto mine. "You're looking particularly enticing tonight."
I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest as if to hide the rapid thudding of my heart. "You know I can't help it when you're around. It's like you're a walking temptation."
"Oh, I am much more than that." She grinned, mischief dancing in her eyes. "I'm the kind of temptation that can bring you to your knees."
"Is that so?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. I had never let anyone take control like this before, but with her, everything felt different—exciting, even liberating.
Her fingers danced along my palm, sending shivers up my arm. I held back a groan, wanting nothing more than to tear into her, to claim her with a ferocity that would leave no doubt about my possession. But she was right—we had time.
With that thought lingering, I leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that started soft and slow. Her mouth was warm and inviting, tasting of wine and temptation. I teased her clitoris with my thumb, earning a soft moan that ignited a fire deep within me.
Pulling back slightly, I whispered, "You like that, don't you?"
"Mmm..." Her eyes were heavy-lidded, breath coming in short gasps. "I like everything you do, Dean." She took my hands and placed them on her vulva. The wetness greeted me, as she rode my hand. I slapped it repeatedly causing small moans to erupt. While I cupped her in my hand, she peeled the dress strap down, revealing her bare shoulder, like she was offering herself to me.
I smiled, a rush of satisfaction swelling in my chest.
My lips trailed down her neck, and shoulder nipping and sucking gently, marking her as I went. She arched into me, her hands threading through my hair, fingers tightening with each touch. I could feel her body responding, and it drove me wild. She slid onto my lap, backward, and I unbuttoned my jeans. Her dress crumpling up, revealing her ass to anyone that dare pass by. I grabbed her ass with my hands, pulled her cheeks apart, and forced her forward. So she could be closer to me.
"Ah..." Sheva gasped.
I pulled her hair away, and nipped at the sensitive skin below her ear, earning a sharp intake of breath and a whispered plea. "Dean, please. I want you inside of me." She was leaned up against the drivers side headrest. I traced her back tattoo with my fingers.
I chuckled darkly, my fingers still against her skin. "Impatient, indeed. But I'm not done playing yet."
I reveled in the power I held over this succubus.
I pushed her back onto the seat and leaned over her, trapping her with my body. Her long, beautiful curls draped down to the floor, and her eyes showed a mix of desire and frustration
Sheva's breath hitched, and her lips parted in a silent plea. I traced the curve of her body with my fingers, watching her reactions, enjoying the way her skin pebbled under my touch.
"D-Dean..."She stammered, her eyes pleading.
"Shh..." I whispered, placing a finger over her lips so I could kiss her again.
Breaking the kiss, she gasped, "I want to feel you, all of you."
I obliged, my hands working quickly to rid myself of the constraints of clothing. The cramped space of the Impala's interior made it challenging, but I couldn't help but growl in satisfaction as I finally freed myself.
