Soul Bound (Soul Evans x Reader Lemon)

Soul Bound (3)

Soul's eyes flickered from worry to mischief in a millisecond. Within that time he'd already grabbed your hair, pulling you in for another, far more ravenous kiss. His sharp teeth almost nicked your lip when he bit it, but it just revved you up more.

"Oh, (Y/N)," he muttered, nuzzling down to your neck. His warmth breath sent waves of heat down your spine, filling your core until it was ready to burst. All your nerve endings burst aflame as he lazily traced his fingers along every inch of you.

Your breathing hitched as Soul slowly pulled the t-shirt over your head, leaving you exposed once again, and even more vulnerable. Your self-consciousness faded away as quickly as it had come when he gazed hungrily at you, his eyes filled with nothing but appreciation and wonder.

"You are so perfect," he said so quietly it was almost silent. He touched his lips to yours yet again, softly but with a determination. It was almost as if he were trying to breathe in your very essence. And then, slowly but surely, the kisses became harder and more urgent.

Soul dug his fingers into your hips feverishly, swiftly laying you down on the bed without breaking the passionate liplock for a second. His hands maneuvered easily under your back, unclipping your bra with a graceful snap.

Words could not begin to describe the feeling Soul's touch gave you. It was so soft, yet so rough, in a way that you'd never begun to imagine anything could feel like. It sent sparks along your skin, especially as he slipped the Lacey piece completely off and let his hands roam freely along your chest.

Soul managed to pull his mouth away from yours for a second. "Are you sure about this?" He asked breathlessly. You nodded fervently, gasping.

"I've never been so sure of anything in my life," you said. Your attempt at a joke rang true, even more so as his hand trailed down the skin of your stomach and onto the hem of your panties.

Your mouth watered in anticipation, your breaths ragged and uneven. The light touch of his fingertips on your skin sent sensations shivering throughout your body, like pulses of heat down your legs and up your torso.

You looked up at Soul, pleased to find that his crimson eyes were fixated on your face. His thumbs hooked the top of your underwear, pulling them down your thighs slowly.

"You won't be needing these, anymore," Soul's deep voice rumbled, becoming even huskier than before. The sound of it made your core flood with warmth.

His fingers were on you before your panties had the chance to fall on the floor.

You let out a short gasp as he thumbed your clit gently, and then a moan when he slipped a finger inside of you. Every inch of your body was on fire, a feeling you'd never experienced before, and all it had taken him was two fingers and a few seconds. You tried not to breathe too fast. You could already feel yourself getting light headed as he slowly, precisely pumped his middle finger in and out of you.

"Soul," you murmured without even realizing it. He stopped at the sound of his name, drawing his gaze to yours. You practically ached the second his fingers grew still.

"Don't stop!"

He laughed before starting up again, adding another finger and quickening the pace. His free hand found its way to your hip, squeezing and using it to push you harder onto his hand.

You felt helpless, drawing your hands up to cover your face - which you knew was blood red - as you could do nothing but gasp and moan and writhe in pleasure.

"Please," you finally whimpered.

"Please what?" Soul whispered back, stopping instantly and pulling his fingers away.

You struggled for words, instead sitting up and pulling him down onto you. You let your hand dip down to the hem of his pants, hovering.

"Please."