Sinner

Part 17 The Claiming

Incapable of reasoning, I give in to my animal instinct. While kissing Keenan ardently, I glide my palm to his chest and proceed to swiftly unbutton his shirt. His hand tries to stop me but I slap it away and continue unbuttoning. When his shirt lay open, my palm reaches in and lay upon his bare flesh. My thumb strokes his nipple and pinches it lightly. The other hand caresses his washboard abs and slowly works its way down to touch him. Its stiffness pulses against my palm as I fondle him through his pants. It jerks violently at each light stroke of my fingers.

That seems to break his control. His actions turn rougher, more demanding.

His kisses turn deeper and threaten to suck all oxygen out of me. I'm breathless. I want to get into him, inside him, be with him. His hands palm and tightly grasp my butt while his lower body grinds against my belly. I feel his hard shaft poking into me, insistent and demanding release from its confines.

My hands roam freely along his bare back. Without realising it, I had pushed away his shirt and taken it off him. My nails scratch down his bare flesh and it is gratifying to hear his harsh hiss. I'm euphoric I'm not the only one crazed in this haze. His fangs bite my lips playfully before his tongue seductively licks at the spot. Not willing to be outdone, I suck his tongue, mimicking the motion of sex.

A deep growl emanates from his chest and he forcefully pushes me against the wall, pinning me with his tense wiry body. My back smacks onto the wall with a thud and air expels out of my lungs in a rush. His penetrating gaze piercing into mine, I see the flames of desire flickering in his eyes. Giving me no time to recover from the impact, his hands grasp the collars of my top and rip it into shreds, tearing it away from me. My tattered top flutters to the floor. And I couldn't care less.

Callused hands roam wildly across my fevered body, setting off sparks. Fingers settling on my waist, they busily work on the zip of my skirt; before that piece of garment joins its forgotten counterpart on the floor too. His frantic actions inflame me further, and I desperately reach for his belt.

Unbuckling it quickly, I impatiently shove his pants down. His rigid member springs out of its confines and juts proudly. It eagerly twitches, with dark blue veins running the length of it. Mesmerised, I took a while to admire it. But before I can reach for it, Keenan clasps my wrists tightly with his wide hand and pulls them above my head, trapping them there. He leans in closely, pressing his bare chest against my scantily-clad front. All that stands between me and his delectable body are my flimsy bra and thin silk panties. His body throws off heat in waves, scorching me. I'm burning up, catching fire. I want his hot skin on mine. It is still too much clothing. I want more contact. Full-on bare flesh contact, with no barriers between us. Anxious to satisfy my craving, I tug on my wrists fitfully, wanting to remove the last annoying articles of clothing standing in my way. But as if manacled by iron cuffs, my hands won't budge.

Meanwhile, Keenan urgently nips at my chin, the sensitive spots on my neck, shoulders, and the tops of my breasts, driving me crazy with lust. He suckles at my breast through my bra, wetting it and chafing my nipple with the indirect contact. His fingers roll my other nipple before scraping his nails across my sensitive hot flesh. Panting heavily, blood rushing through my veins, I thrust my chest at him, offering more, wanting him to do more than just laving my nipple with his tongue through the fabric. He ignores my silent plea, merely tilts his head and offers the same attention to my other breast. Helpless against his sensual assault, I can only dizzily look on, my body involuntarily undulating with untold demands and enjoying the waves of pleasure rocking me with each swirl of his dexterous tongue.

Hazed out by lust, I gaze down at him through my heavy-lidded eyes. Seeing my fang mark and hickey on the side of his neck, the thought Mine! rings out triumphantly in my mind, and the sight fills me with a deep sense of possession. This is not enough! I want more! More!