Chapter 23
It took all of Bellis’ strength to not visibly swallow at the temptation being flaunted in front of him. He’d thought Sam in that skin-tight suit was the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen. He’d been wrong. Sam peeling that damn suit off had his balls drawing up and his heart hammering against his sternum. His eyes kept jerking up to hers, but without fail they kept sliding back down. He couldn’t stop staring.
Sam peeled the suit off her shoulders so damn leisurely, and then her breasts were free. His eyes locked on the creamy mounds of her breasts and her hardened little nipples beading the ends, but Sam didn’t stop there. Bellis’ gaze cut to hers and she grinned as she pushed the dark material over her hips and down to her knees. She still wore her boots, so she didn’t attempt to get out of the suit completely, but Bellis would take care of that.
With torturously slow movement, his eyes left hers and dipped down her body. Fuck! She was gorgeous, with curves in all the right places. His eyes tracked over her creamy pale skin before fixing on the dark strip of hair between her legs. Involuntarily, his lips parted and his tongue peeked out. Nostrils flaring, animals pacing just beneath the surface, he swore he could taste her fucking pheromones. His hands fisted and his eyes sliced back to hers.
“Be sure,” he commanded, on a voice that was now polluted with his inner beasts.
By way of answer, Sam back stepped until her ass hit the table. Her hands landed behind her on the edge, and then she lifted herself up onto it, breasts jiggling with the motion. He was sure this was where she tormented him by changing her mind. To his immense relief, Sam parted her knees, spreading her legs as far open as the material still bunched at her ankles would allow.
Bellis sucked in a breath--and then he was moving.
He was to Sam in three long strides. One hand gripped her calf and lifted it so he could jerk her boot off and pull the material of her suit from one leg. He didn’t bother with the other, because Sam’s fingers were ripping at the front of his BDU’s.
Once his cock was free, Sam grabbed his shirt and pulled him to her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and then she was on him. There was no foreplay. Hell, she didn’t even give him a chance to ensure she was prepared for him before she was sliding onto him, her body taking him inside hers as she clung to him.
Bellis nearly came just from being inside her and snarled at the near affront to his manhood.
Sam moaned at the sound and ground her hips against him. Then it was on.
Bellis shelved her ass on the table and pulled back to look at her. He’d been fantasizing about this from the second he’d met her, and he was sure as hell going to watch.
Sam’s hands tore at the buttons on his shirt, and then she was shoving the material off his shoulders. Her hands smoothed over his chest and her eyes met his briefly before she smiled and closed her eyes, tossing her head back and bracing herself with her arms behind her, palms planted on the table.
Bellis fucked her mercilessly. Teeth gnashed, elongated incisors stabbed into his lower lip as his upper lip peeled back and he snarled viciously. It was too much, too good. Bellis couldn’t stop looking at where their bodies were connected, his black cock powering between her lips, her pink slit glistening, her tight pussy sucking him each time he withdrew. Creamy pale thighs spread wider, and now Sam’s hips were matching his thrust for thrust. Looking up, his eyes took in the way her breasts bounced with each of his thrusts. They reminded him of vanilla ice cream topped with savory little cherries. Leaning forward, he took one stiff peak into his mouth just to see if she was as sweet. She was better. Her tiny hands left the table as she sat up and buried them in his hair. She pulled him harder into her as she writhed against him.
Fucking her was like being in heaven. The sounds she made had an ache pulsing behind his balls. He wanted to come so badly, but her first.
Her hands slid from his hair, scoring his neck and then his shoulders as they eased down to his forearms. She grabbed his wrists and lifted both of his hands to her throat. He didn’t get what she wanted at first. His hands opened, and Sam pulled them forward, using her fingers to clamp them around the delicate column of her, throat and realization slammed into him. She wanted him to choke her! It wasn’t fucking happening!
He slammed into her harder and snarled. Jerking back, he gritted his teeth at her sound of disappointment that was quickly followed by a hollow laugh that bubbled up from her throat.
Fucking Megalya sickos! What had they done to her?
The slapping of skin and the wet suction of her cunt filled the air. The scent of her wet heat tickled his nose, and he realized every single one of his senses was honed in on her. Someone could be standing two feet away watching them, and he’d never even know. Worse, he didn’t fucking care.
Sam’s arched her back as she groaned, “Ffffffffffuck!”
Her pussy walls clenched around him, and Bellis felt her body seize. Her thighs wrapped tight around his hips like she was trying to slam them closed, but his big body kept them from it.
Sam’s body jerked, and her breasts jiggled with each convulsion. It was hands-down the sexiest fucking thing Bellis had seen in his entire existence. Still, he couldn’t stop. His hips kept pumping, his thrusts brutal now, and Sam screamed and reached up, her nails raking down his chest as her body tightened further. Wide blue eyes found his, and he saw the startled way her mouth parted. Her breath seized, and he knew that she’d never come like this before. Good!
He was tunneling into her now, his body taut, on the edge of breaking. Sam’s body bowed and she sat up, flinging her arms around him, her legs lifting on his hips, and then her teeth were locking into his chest as a helpless cry left her.
Her pussy clamped so hard on him that he was lost. He shot his release deep inside her womb and continued to buck into her until he was completely emptied inside the tight confines of her body.
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Holy hell, what have I done? Sam clung to Bellis as her pussy continued to flutter with aftershocks from what he’d just done. And what had he just done? He’d taken her like she’d never been taken in her life. Hell, she didn’t even know it was possible to come like that. Honestly, she didn’t think any male was capable of giving her an orgasm, because she’d never had one before that wasn’t self-induced. She’d even had to fake it with Remy, and that was saying something. She just chalked it up to her body being misused by Odium’s monsters, but being with Bellis had been different. Maybe it was because, for once in her life, he knew exactly who she was. There was no hiding under a fake persona like she’d done with Remy. Bellis knew exactly what she was, who she was, and still had chosen to take her, so that was on him.
Her brow furrowed. The biting thing was new too, and she wasn’t sure what had compelled her to do it. Licking her lips, she could taste Bellis’ blood on her lips. She swallowed it down before releasing his chest, licking at it in a silent apology. She tried to pull her hips back to separate their bodies, but Bellis’ hands clamping on her hips halted her. Her head snapped up and she frowned at him.
“Running away, Princess?”
“No!” Her reply was instant, but damn she felt vulnerable, naked and spread wide with him still deep inside her. “Just done with the sport, Demon. Thanks for the distraction. You were good.” Her words were cold and she meant them to be.
Bellis gave no hint of emotion as he studied her. Finally, he opened his mouth to say something, but a noise outside had both of them tensing. He slid from her body and dressed quickly. Sam slid from the table and did the same.
When he was fully dressed, Bellis strode to the door and stopped, turning back to Sam. She assumed it was to ensure she was dressed, before he pulled open the door and disappeared outside, closing the door solidly behind him.
Alone, Sam jumped back onto the table, wincing at the tenderness between her legs. Goddamn! He’d been huge. Sighing, she planted her hands on the edge of the table and rocked back and forth, kicking her legs and wondering why she’d done what she’d just done. Sure, he was sexy as all hell, but it wasn’t like her to seduce anyone. In general, she didn’t enjoy sex with other people, but what Bellis had just done to her was…well, amazing, and stupid! Dammit. She knew from experience that Walkers tended to form attachments with the women they bedded, even if they weren’t said Walker’s Angel.
Lifting her hands, she buried her face in them and giggled before shaking her head. Idiot!
There would be no repeat of what just happened. There couldn’t be, which meant it was time to make one Bellis StCroix hate her more than he hated anything else on the face of the Earth. She needed away from him and fast, and with her sexual curiosity satisfied, she decided it was time to make her move before she decided one fuck wasn’t enough.