The Man In The Woods (Virgin Killer #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY

He laughed maliciously, grinning from ear to ear. He couldn't believe what he had just experienced.

Watching her crumble into slivers of ecstacy had been the best moment of his entire life!

He had seen her at her weakest point, felt every inch of her skin, gave her the best morning of her life, and of course, he made her crave more for him. It didn't surprise him that she would be this submissive. It was so easy for him, he didn't even consider this one of his games anymore. Not that long ago, he'd already figured out which buttons to push, not to mention the ones that hit home for her.

Just thinking about his success made him aroused.

He couldn't help himself. It was just too much fun for him.

When he reached home, he couldn't feel anything else but the coldness of his apartment complex. His body longed for the heat the girl provided for him. Her essence intoxicated him. He brought his fingers to his nostrils and inhaled. Ah, yes. Her scent still lingered. It was as if she was there with him at this very moment.

He imagined them entering the flat. Candles are their only source of light at this point. Two glasses filled with the best red wine, accompanied with the bottle it came from greeted them.

Her crimson satin dress hugging her in all the right places.

Her wavy brown hair wild and loose around her shoulders, her porcelain skin glistening in the faint light.

Her chocolate eyes brightening, revealing the spark in her that he loved so dearly about her.

He pulls her close to him, unable to deny his unkempt desires. The heat radiates from her body and travels to him by a single touch. He brings her over to the couch and sits down with her next to him. He's tempted to give in and take her then and there, but he wasn't the type to rush into things. He needed to be patient, for he knew if he cooperated, he'll receive a palatable reward. He starts off slow, giving her a gentle kiss. He cups her face, caressing her soft cheeks with his thumbs.

She runs her slim fingers through his smooth dark locks, curling strands around her fingertips as she went. He reaches to the back of her dress, fumbling with the fabric as he pulls down the zipper. In turn, she undoes the buttons of his​ shirt and slides it off his shoulders. Abruptly, he lifts her up bridal-style and escorts her into his bedroom.

Lifting the fabric over her head, he took the opportunity to look her over. She only wore a lace bra and panties that matched her dress. He, on the other hand, only wore his dress pants and boxers. Three layers barred them from commiting the sinful acts that corrupted their thoughts.

He laid her down on the bed, her skin paler than the sheets underneath her. His frigid hands roamed every crevice of her body, causing her to shiver at his touch. He removed her bra and threw it to the other side of the room. She made an attempt to cover herself, but he grabbed her wrists and placed them above her head. He told her that someone as beautiful as her should not be ashamed of her body. To stimulate her sexual drive, he gripped onto her breasts and massaged them. When he finished up there, he placed his right hand in between her legs, rubbing her clothed core.

At this point, her undergarments were damp, not quite soaked just yet. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips. She loved the way he made her feel, but there was only so much foreplay she could take before she would burst.

So from that point on, she had control over him. And he loved it till the end.

 

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~S.M.