My father sent me to Hell

Interruptions

Who knows how, but somehow we had managed to make our way to the bedroom I was staying in. There was a lock on this door so only those with a key (that'd be me) could get in, which avoided any awkward walk-ins of couples who were midway through their... well, you know.

When we got to my room, I didn't hesitate to pin her against the wall, pressing my body as close to hers as possible. I don't think we had paused the kissing since we started, so I hesitantly pulled away from the kiss, our noses touching, our breathing coming out fast, the feel of each others breaths on our parted lips. I slowly place my hands on either side of her head, trapping her against me.

"What's your name?" I asked her, my lips just barely brushing hers, the huskiness of my lust-filled voice more obvious with each word.

"Arabella" she answers, licking her swollen light pink lips.

"Okay, Little Raven,"  I said, my voice even more husky. Leaning closer to her, so that my lips were touching hers, I was sure my eyes were probably clouding over with carnal desire. I brought my lips to her ear, against her ear lobe, whispering "You want to have some fun?" 

She shivered but I knew it wasn't because she was cold. I took her earlobe in between my lips, nibbling it gently, causing a soft moan to escape her lips. Crashing my lips to hers, it seemed to be instinct for her to bring her arms around my neck and passionately take chunks of my hair in her hands, tugging it, gently.

Feeling the hunger growing, within me, to have every last inch of her, I pulled her as close to my body as I possibly could. Her blouse had risen up her stomach, slightly, and the thought of this drove me absolutely insane with arousal. Using this as an advantage, I pushed her back against the wall, sliding my hands inside her top and tracing along her sculpted abs, with my index finger. So fucking hot.

But she wanted more. She arched her back out of pure need for my touch, grabbing my hand to land on her breast. I started to knead her breast and trace her nipple with my thumb, to be responded with the breathy moans that escaped her rouge lips.

I began to trace along her collar bone with kisses, until I reached a specific point, where her collar bone met her neck and I heard her breath hitch. I found it I thought. I started to suck on this particular area, nibbling it to hear her moan again, my hands eagerly trailing down her stomach, towards her leather trousers, when she whispered the words I love to hear:  "Don't stop".

Well I wouldn't have done if it weren't for the fact that my cousin thought that an opportune moment to barge into the room, panting the words "Stop. You don't wanna do this."

While Arabella continued to lean against the wall, catching her breath, I turned to stare at my cousin, arms crossed, asking "And why the Hell not?"

"Because." He panted out, with a sigh added on the end "Remember Tamas?" 

I gave him a look of confusion. I had met Tamas many times before but I was struggling as to what relevance his best friend was to the situation.

Tamas is a half demon- his mother a human soul and his father a demon- but he acted as though he were merely a human soul, never fought for no reason. I nodded in response to Luc's question, telling him I knew who he meant.

"Well," Luc started, finally starting to catch his breath "That's his twin sister."

My eyes widened in shock. I always knew he had a sister and had heard stories of how far he'd gone to protect her, in the past, including almost killing numerous people among other things.

I turned to look at the hot babe just to the left of me. She was his sister? Oh I'm definitely in the shit now. If I slept with her and he found out, I'm finished. On the other hand, I can't never see her, ever. Her kisses are so damned addictive that I just can't stay away from her.  

"Oh."

With this new information, I didn't quite know what to do now. I told Luc I needed to be alone and he proceeded to leave, taking a furious Arabella with him. Though I can't tell if she was mad that she couldn't sleep with me because I sent her away, or if she was mad at her brother for being so overprotective. 

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I spent a lot of time, that night, thinking about her and her amazing body and all the things I wanted to do to her. Fuck! Why did she have to be his sister? Literally anybody else and she had to be his sister? But those eyes, dammit! What colour are they? Not blue. Not green. Fuck, I don't know.

As I thought about her eyes, my mind wandered to thoughts of her body and    the nice six pack she was sporting, reminding me how much I wanted to discover every inch of her body. While thinking about every inch of her, it appears every important inch of me was standing to attention, at the mere thought of her. I need a shower. 

A cold shower.