Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Seven

Eve's whole body shook as she climbed from the tub. Her whole body as aflame, desire for the hybrid male burning every inch of her skin. She couldn't find against it any longer. Images of him hovering above her, taking her as he had promised, flashed through her mind. It only fueled her longing for him. She could see how it affected him as well as she turned to him. Her arms at her side, she watched as desire and lust flooded across his face at the sight of her naked form.

Only when she saw him rise from his position on the floor did she continue her journey. She kept her eyes trained on the bed before her, lest she loose her nerve and back out of it. His footsteps behind her pounded in her ears, making her all to aware of his presence. She expected to feel him against her at any second but only when her hands made contact with the wooded foot board did he move towards her.

His finger tips rested gently against her hips, his bare chest resting against her back. She leaned against him, gasping as his hands trailed lower. His touch was quite addicting, causing a flood of desire to fill her lower belly. 

"Get on the bed." He ordered, his voice almost animalistic.

She made an attempt at what was requested of her. It was a little difficult for her given her height compared to the bed. She heard chuckling behind her as she struggled. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her hips once more. He forced her to face him, lifting her with ease. He set her buttocks down, not releasing her. He nestled his body between her legs, leaning down to inhale her scent once more. His lips caressed the side of her neck. 

Her hands rose on their own accord, resting against his sculpted chest. His chest rumbled, his hands hooking beneath her knees. Instead of pulling her towards him, he applied slight pressure backwards. She wiggled backwards on the bed, allowing him space to climb on. She wasn't sure what to do so she simple rested against the headboard, staring as he lifted himself to his knees.

When his hands started undoing his trousers, she quickly averted her eyes. His fingers gripped her chin, pulling her face back up. He wanted her to look it would seem. When he was sure he had her full attention, his hands plucked at the last string that held his trousers in place. She couldn't help the startled gasp that escaped her lips as her eyes caught their first glance at the male form. 

He inched towards her, lowering himself on his hands like a predator approaching their prey. He once more hooked his hands beneath her knees. Only now, he yanked her towards him. He hovered over her quivering form, his eyes dark. He leaned down, placing gentle kisses against the length of her collar bone. His lips traveled lowered, lingering at the empty space between her breasts.

She bit down on her bottom lip as his tongue flicked across one of her nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh. As his lips enveloped the tiny bud, her hands pushed against his head. She wasn't sure why exactly. It displeased him. He growled, snatching his head up. He ripped at the sheets, tearing them into thin pieces.

"It would seem as if you do not now how to behave, Eve." He grabbed a wrist, tying it to the bed post. She felt panic rise within her as he grabbed the other and secured it as well, "I will not harm you, Eve. Trust me." He cooed, smoothing loose pieces of hair from her face.

It took her a moment but she finally nodded. He smiled, his lips returning to their delicious assault against her flesh. His lips moved between nipples, toying with one for a few moments before returning to the other. She whimpered and moaned, hips wiggling beneath him as her back lifted from the bed.

"You are making it increasingly difficult to take my time with you." Hans growled, pressing his manhood against her.

She moaned, pulling uselessly at the restraints that bound her. Her arousal had risen to an almost painful level and she was desperate to relieve it. When his head dipped even lower, his head now between her legs, her breathing hitched as his hot breath hit her center. She did not expect him to do what he did next.

His tongue reached out, flicking across the most sensitive part of her. She half gasped, half screamed as a new sensation bubbled up within her. He grinned at her reaction, repeating the motion. Her legs jerked, hips lifting from the bed as his tongue assaulted her in marvelous and daring ways. Nothing she had ever been told about mating with a male had prepared her for what he now did to her body.

Sweat glistened on her skin, hair matted to her face, as he finally lifted his head. He crawled up her body, eyes glowing as he did so. His arms rested on either side of her face as a satisfied smile crept across his face. She could barely breathe and yet, she knew her desire had not yet been sated. She still burned with it, the spot between her legs aching.

"You desire more, I see." He stated, seemingly out of breath himself. She felt him press against her center, testing her reaction.

She moaned, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment, lips parting. He rocked against her, rubbing against her, but not giving her what she needed. Without warning, he pulled back and entered her. Her eyes flew open, meeting his gaze. She knew from the look on his face that he'd felt no resistance. It didn't seem to bother him. In fact, he appeared quite pleased.

"And here I thought I would have to be gentle." He growled.

She wanted to beg him to be gentle despite the fact she did not possess a hymen but before she could utter a word, he pulled back and entered her again. She cried out, back arching from the mattress. Despite the force of the thrust, her body accepted him without complaint. There was no pain only an overwhelming sense of pleasure that echoed through her nerve of her body.