Sold To The Beast (On hold)

Chapter Nine

Eve awoke to the sound of running water. She sat up, gripping the covers against her naked body cautiously. Cheeks turning crimson as memories from the previous night flooded back into mind, she climbed slowly from the bed. She expected pain. She felt none. She'd been told there was always pain following a first mating. That was evidently not always the case.

Hans was nowhere to be found. She tiptoed across the cold hardwood floors. The door leading to the bathroom was slightly ajar, steam flowing from the meager crack. Chewing on her bottom lip, she approached it. Fingers closing around the slightly warm knob, she opened the door and stepped within.

Her eyes widened. Hans stood several feet in front of her, encased by slightly opaque glass walls filled with steam. He stood with his back to her, one hand pressed against the wall. Water ran down his well-muscled shoulders, coming from a metal contraption that sprouted from the wall. Her lower stomach clenched at the sight of him.

Suddenly, he inclined his head in her direction. Not fully but enough for her to catch a glimpse of half his face. He returned to his previous position. He seemed to be waiting for something. She didn't understand fully but took another hesitant step towards the confining glass. When she was close enough, she laid her palm flat on the glass, frowning slightly.

"Would you care to join me?" His voice sent shivers down her spine, goosebumps running down her arms. He finally turned towards her. Her cheeks turned purple as she caught a glimpse of what he possessed between his legs. She desperately tried to keep her eyes above hip level.

He chuckled at her obvious embarrassment. He folded his arms over his chest, head tilting to the side. "Well?"

She stared curiously at the glass. Even if it was what she desired, how would she gain access inside? The front glass pane suddenly popped open as Hans pushed on it. She took a hard gulp, meeting his lustful gaze. He reached out a hand, grasping hers in his, and slowly pulled her within. 

She gasped as the water splashed against her skin. It was hot. He turned her to face the metal where the water cascaded from. His hands caressed her body, lathering her with something that smelled rather delightful. His fingers dipped across her lower abdomen, lingering for a moment before rising once more.

"Did you enjoy your first mating?" He whispered, his lips close to her ear. His fingers grazed her nipples, cupping each breast as he continued washing her body. She couldn't form a coherent sentence. 

His lips suddenly found the crook of her neck. She bit back a moan as one hand moved behind her, lathering her backside as well. He took special care with her buttocks, hands stopping to cup and grasp each cheek for a few moments. She found herself leaning back against him, eyes closing as she relished in the way he made her body feel.

His teeth suddenly pierced her flesh. She cried out, fingernails digging into the arm that now snaked around her waist. He growled, a low hum that started deep in his chest. That sound made her body quiver. She could feel his length pressing against the small of her back.

His teeth broke contact, "You are an exciting creature, Eve." He gripped her hips, forcing her to face him, "I never got my release last night. I believe you owe me one." He lifted her clear off her feet, slamming her against the smooth wall behind them. He pressed his lips against hers, claiming them.

"Do you want me?" He growled, pressing his lenght against her hot center.

She whimpered, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth as he teased her. "Please..." She gasped, another call ripping through her body.

"Please, what?" He demanded, pushing against her again, "You still can't ask for it, can you? Do you even know the words?" He sounded disappointed.

"Teach me, Hans." She whimpered.

Something sparked beneath his dark eyes, "No one I have ever taken to bed has made that request of me," He leaned forward, lips pressing against her collar bone, "That's what makes you special, Eve. You are so innocent but willing. It excites me." He pushed her higher up the wall, lining her up, "I am going to enjoy this..." 

He impaled her on his shaft with one quick upward thrust. A cry of pure bliss escaped her lips. She clung to him as his hips moved, forcing her body to slide up and down the wall. The new angle made her body just explode with new and incredible sensations. He moved away from the wall, holding her close. He forced her body to move against his. 

She found her back pushed against another of the glass walls. He grunted with each quick thrust. She knew, at this pace, she wouldn't last long. She tried to plead with him to relent but she could speak no words. She leaned forward, forehead resting against his shoulder. God, it felt amazing.

She felt that familiar pooling in her lower stomach and before she knew, her toes were curling and she was screaming his name. A curse fell from his lips as the realization that she had finished before him once again fell over him. What would he do now? She distinctly remembered him stopping last night but would he this time?

"Don't...stop..." She mewled as she felt his pace slow.

He chuckled, "I wasn't planning to. Not this time." 

She felt the door behind her give away as the two stepped from the shower. He kept her pulled against him. Where were they going? He carried her into the bedroom. They fell onto the bed together. He adjusted her to where her legs hung over his hips, her hips and buttocks in the air. He grabbed a pillow, shoving them beneath her hips. He hovered over her, a delightlfully wicked grin on his face as he started moving again.

She cried out, nails dragging down his abdomen. The bed once more creaked beneath their weight as he relentless pounded into her. One hand gripped the headboard while the other lifted her leg even higher. His thrusts were hard, pulling out near completely before sheathing his lenth back within her with a hard thrust of his hips. Sweat glistened against her forehead.

"Hans!" She screamed, feeling another shock of pleasure ripping through his system.

"So close..." He grunted, "Just...a little more." He leaned down, pressing his lips against her forehead, "Say you love it...say you love me fucking you..." He growled.

She opened her mouth but couldn't speak the words. They sounded so rough...so foreign in her ears. His hand suddenly found it's way to her throat, fingers tightening around it. Her eyes widened in fear for a moment. But his grip did not tighten to a painful level.

"Say it." He ordered.

"I...I love you fucking me..." The words tumbled from her lips.

He shuddered, "Will anyone else ever touch you?"

She shook her head, "No. Only you."

He jerked her into a sitting position, hand still glasped around her throat. The other gripped her buttocks, "Mine..." He grunted.

She moved with him as best she could, hips meeting his hard and desperate thrusts. He groaned, uttering words of encouragement. She kept wiggling her hips in his lap. Her head fell back as much as he would allow. She offered him her vein. He lunged forward, teeth sinking into her flesh once more.

Her cry of release was enough to bring him crumpling over the edge. She felt his hot seed inside of her as he laid her flat against the bed once more. Her legs wrapped his waist, allowing him to push inside her until every last drop was within her. 

When he finally did collapse, he rolled to the side. She gasped for air, body still trembling. He pulled himself onto his elbow, "As I said, I am going to enjoy this."