Blood Legacy (Rewritten)

28. Yours and yours only

"Carina...I..."

I looked up to meet his conflicted gaze, that frustration seeming to nag at me even more than ever as I quickly replied,

"Fine. If you don't want to do it then I'll ask David. I'm sure he'll be more than happy to oblige,"

I immediately regretted saying those words, letting out a small whimper as his hand made contact with the side of my waist, his fingers lightly caressing my heated skin as they slid underneath the hem of my shirt.

His eyes turned pitch black, earning himself a startled gasp as I could only stand there and stare, not really sure what to make of his reaction.

"Don't you ever say that again, love," He growled out like some angry animal, actively managing to scare me a little as I lightly shivered in his hold.

"You have no idea of the damage you could cause with those words only,"

Before I could comprehend what was happening he suddenly spun me around in his arms, making me face the wall and place my palms against it as he pressed his body against my own from behind, eliciting a small and needy whimper.

"It seems that you just can't get it in that pretty little head of yours, my sweet enchantress," He sensually whispered in my ear, the feel of his hands trailing over my torso from underneath my shirt making me let out a pleased sigh, loving the way he felt against me.

Why did it feel so fucking good?

What kind of magic was this?

"You are mine, Carina. Only mine and mine only," His voice turned a little firmer, my lips parting into a surprised yet pleased gasp as his hand found one of my breasts and started to gently massage it, increasing that needy feeling building up within me with every touch of his.

"Mine to touch and kiss," He whispered before planting a sweet kiss over that place between my neck and shoulder, right where his mark resided, continuing to fondle my breast as my breath turned a little erratic, aching for more and more.

"Mine to rob you of those sexy little mewls and sighs," He said as his other hand trailed downwards over my stomach, making my heart beat faster with anticipation and another trickle of liquid heat wetting my panties.

Fuck...

"Mine to fuck you senseless, and give you that pleasure only my touch could provide," He pulled me by the hip and pressed himself flush against me, allowing me to feel his raging hard-on straining against his pants and poking at my lower back.

I let out a shuddering breath, feeling the way his hand lowered to slowly trail over my thigh, caressing my skin as I was wearing my usual pleated mini skirt and knee-high socks, my body trembling as I was so desperate for any kind of relief.

"Nate...Please..." I breathlessly moaned out, unsuccessfully trying to push my ass up against him as I needed him so badly. I just wanted him to take me already and end my misery.

"I know, love. I know," He whispered back against my skin before placing another gentle kiss over that mark,
"Let me help you a little with that,"

I let out a squeaky mewl as his hand slid underneath my skirt to cup my pussy through my drenched panties, that pleasurable sensation of his fingers against me making me throw my head back and bite my lip.

"Yes...touch me...please," I begged between wheezing breaths, pressing myself up against his warm body whilst my hand lowered to cover his, coaxing him to continue.

I let out a gasp as his tongue flicked over that mark, invoking a tingling current that travelled all over my body, my thighs clenching as I just couldn't endure any more of that pulsing sensation banging at my inner walls.

I needed him inside me.

"Nate-" I let out long and gratified moan as I felt his hand dive inside my soaked panties, his fingers gently sliding between my slick folds as he let out a groan of his own.

"Fuck...Carina..." He roughly murmured my name with blatant desire, pushing himself against me as he seemed to be searching for my heat too, his fingers starting to caress my slit and nub with slow and gentle moves, lightly slipping in and out of my entrance from time to time and making me let out small and tortured mewls as I just couldn't get enough of him.

I wanted more...

So I covered his hand with mine, urging him to push that finger even deeper and faster, my hips starting to move on their own accord as I rubbed myself against him with urgency, moaning and whimpering until I finally came apart with a loud cry, drenching his hand with my cum and feeling it trail over my thighs as I still trembled, struggling to recover.

But is wasn't enough.

I could feel that my body was still yearning for it. My pussy was still throbbing for his dick. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. All of it. I wanted him to fuck me.

I wanted him to shove that massive thing inside of me and pump into me until exhaustion. I wanted him to take me fast and hard, and finally satiate that desperate need to be filled.

I just wanted it to be over.

So I turned around in his hold and slid my soaked panties down my legs, throwing them away with a simple flick of my ankle before raising my chin to meet his black and dangerously lustful gaze, my hand balling into a fist as I took ahold of his thin cotton t-shirt and pulled him closer until our lips almost touched, my gaze flickering between his black eyes and luscious lips as I roughly whispered with a commanding tone,
"I want you to take me. Now. I want you to take that thing out and fuck me against this wall until I pass out, Nathan."