Tortured - Jaele

|| Chapter Three ||

Jace-

6:42 AM

I opened my eyes and the sun was rising. Its light spilled into the room dipping everything in a dim orange glow. Glancing over, Riele was balanced delicately on the other side of the bed, clinging to an edge of the comforter while curled up within herself. She resembled something like a little girl.

My darling little girl.

My eyes wandered over to her petite frame, resting my hands on top of my head as I leaned into the goose-down pillows. The t-shirt was 3 sizes too big of course. Her arms were folded in, chin tilted back, inky black curls were spread out like dark ribbons across my pillow.

Vulnerable before me like a tiny brown mouse. Something primal stirred in the pit of my stomach. Hunger for her submission blazed inside as I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although I had been tempted to release my pent-up frustrations on her the previous night, I bit back my growing wolfish appetite.

Would that make you feel good?

I asked myself in a stoop of pure wonder. Yes, I think it would. Amazing even. My self-control had improved significantly since the last time. I should be proud of that shouldn't I? That I hadn't devoured her soul within the few short hours of stealing her away.

I wanted to test the weight of her plum flesh in my palms, to hold her down and bury myself in the warmth and give of her body as deep as I could get. I needed to be thrilled by her moaning, light and frantic or long and throaty. As I ripped away at pieces of her pride and dignity. It must be a beautiful sound from such an ethereal creature.

Blood began to rush and strain against the fabric of my boxers. Reeling myself into a sitting position, I turned my back to her and washed a hand over my tired eyes. Save it for later, Jace. It'll be like a reward.

7:00 AM and the cravings had fully set in. I have to go. While the rest of the world was still sound asleep, my work was waiting. Leaving now would save me the headache of her being awake.

Even with her eyes closed she emitted a pheromone of arousal. Thick and heavy under my nose. The smell of her skin caused a low sound of surrender father in my throat. I kept it there, swallowed before it could escape and twisted back towards her ever so slowly. I pushed the comforter down the girls legs as if peeling back the layers of a banana. She was breathing steadily. The aching below my abdomen throbbed and sent shocks of electricity surging up my ribs. I hooked some shaky fingers on my boxers and pulled them down, grabbing myself in a tender loving grip, as I imagined it was she that took hold of me.

I rubbed it first, keeping my eyes leveled on that triangle patch of lilac wedged between her thighs. The brown curves of her hips seemed inviting and plentiful. A perfect amount of thickness and  smooth that excited and terrified me.

I examined the length of her body, inching the comforter down each part of it separately. The more skin revealed the more violent I imagined myself inside of her. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, slapping on that beautiful ass. Yanking those curls, winding the sweet-smelling hair around my fingertips-

Riele shifted, and I was going at an unholy speed, still grunting as quietly as I could. The bottom half of my shirt was now between my teeth. Heat wrapped itself around my entire body until I was being controlled by it.

Quickly, I pulled the comforter up exposing the creased arch of her back. My thoughts raced with visions of her on top, my fingers centered on her lower back, helping her along. I was guiding her delicacy with my shaft, moving her up and down in a catatonic rhythm only we could hear. She had opened up for me, fathered me tightly around her insides and wouldn't let go. This didn't feel as barbaric and shameful as any of the other times. It felt natural, it chased me to an edge I had never known before. Before there was her. Before I knew that she existed.