Involuntary

Chapter Eight

A dangerous cocktail of emotions whirled inside Dmitrei as he looked down on Elena, this beautiful, angelic person that made him question everything he believed about humanity, even existence itself. Yet, when she smiled, everything melted away. The clouds departed and he could feel warmth again.

Happiness, even a small sliver warmed his ice-cold blood. Keeping her hands pinned above her, he came down for another kiss. This time it was hot and erotic. She struggled lightly against his iron grip and then relaxed more deeply into the kiss, melting beneath him like spring snow before the rising sun.
His tongue teased at the entrance to her mouth and she opened, letting him lick and stroke inside her.

Her muffled moans only made him delve deeper, exploring her until he knew every sensitive spot, every tiny flick that would make her body move underneath him. When he finally left her mouth, she gave out a long, pleasured sigh, as if this were a new experience to her. Instantly, the thought of another man touching her like this made him want to do it a thousand times more to completely eradicate her memory of anything but his kiss.

Possessively, he moved to her earlobe keeping her pinned with his hands as he moved his body closer to hers, so close that their bodies brushed if she moved a certain way. His skin warmed even at the slightest touch despite their clothing remaining between them. Elena squeaked softly in delight as he kissed and licked and then bit down lightly on her soft skin, intensifying the pressure and increasing her arousal. Yet, the more her body reacted to him, the more he wanted her. Needed her to feel more. More pleasure. More desire. More arousal. More of him.

He freed her hands long enough to help her out of her dress, tossing the soft material over his shoulder carelessly along with the tightly confining bra, leaving her in only her underwear before him. He watched her for a long moment, absorbing the pure beauty of the sight before he went to work on her pleasantly warm, indescribably soft breasts. His right hand kneaded and rubbed her nipple with his thumb, his mouth licked and suckled on the other. Each touch, each lick was amply rewarded by her body's response, letting him know how much she felt and enjoyed it.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, writhing beneath him. She struggled against his grip yet was overwhelmed by the things he did, unable to escape the pleasure he wanted to give her in never-ending quantities.

His tongue explored lower on her body, kissing everywhere on her stomach and finding her belly button as his hand moved along the curve of her hips, her waist, then lower and lower toward the center of her pleasure. Dmitrei found himself torn between wanting to let the build up of tension in her body finally free or pushing her to the limits of her control, drawing out the wait until she could take no more. But with each moan, each quiver of pleasure, Dmitrei was finding it harder to keep control of himself.

She thought he was an angel. That was preposterous. But angel or demon, he would protect her. He would keep her safe and keep her as his, no matter what stood against him. He kissed a small trail along the line of her soft panties, making her gasp in anticipation. His finger finding her center, caressing it over the soft fabric as she squirmed in pleasure.

That was positively delightful.

He stroked up the center of her hips, making sure his fingers found the small nub that made her tremble more and more with heated arousal. As he did, he held her down, witnessing every movement she made, every tiny gasp of air or elongated moan of want, as she came closer and closer to the brink. Finally, Dmitrei felt her come beneath him, her back arching as she cried out in ecstasy. He continued holding Elena, watching in captivation as she rode out the intense release that washed over her.
There really was nothing else like it in the universe, watching his special Elena experience overwhelming pleasure that he gave her.