The Dark Beast's Love

When my back hit the soft mattress the bed bounced slightly, but it did not prevent or slow down Riven as manoeuvred his body over me and straddled my hips. His chest was still bare and his pants hung lowly on his hips, exposing the v-line and the hair that disappeared under the fabric. I was still in the loose shirt I had gone to sleep with. That, and the pants that had to be heavily adjusted in order to fit me. However none of them seemed to sit right while Riven was over me, his lips roughly on mine and he continued to take, take, take.

One of his hands travels lower and lower while the other is tangled with one of mine, his grip gently shifting from slack to tight depending on which sound he managed to draw out as his hand went under my shirt. I couldn't help but wonder if this was payback for what I did back in the other room. The hand under my shirt trailed over my rips, slowly stopping at each bone that was distinguishable due to lack of nutrition over the years but he touched them as if they were so much more than bones. Then his hand went up to one of my breasts, and he squeezed, earning a gasp from my lips which he swallowed in the kiss.

"You're so easy to admire," Riven said when he pulled away and this time allowed my gasp to echo as he continued massaging my breast. "You are so easy to touch." He had the faintest of smiles on his lips. "I haven't even seen you yet but my hands have memorised the feeling of your skin and it feels like I could die with that memory alone."

He inched close to my left ear as I continued to involuntary gasp and writhe under his touch, my exhales coming out as ragged and shaky because he wouldn't stop enlightening every cell of my body.

"You alone could drive me mad, Liliana," He whispered in my ear and then licked the edge of the earlobe. "You could take me apart if you wanted to." To my disappointment, his hand left my breast the feeling was quickly forgotten as I felt his hand travel lower and lower again.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You could take me apart," Riven said again and suddenly, his hand past the waistline of my pants. "But I will take you apart first."

His hand was suddenly flat over my cunt and my hips buckled into his touch. How he'd managed to spread my legs and get me into an effective position was beyond me, and I couldn't care less about the practicalities of the entire situation once Riven started to massage my clit, using two fingers to create a slow motion that sent a spark of nerves up my spine. I was already wet, I had been since I saw him on the couch touching himself, but I had not felt so desperate until he'd finally touched me.

"Today," He chuckled lowly as he studied me beneath him. "Today, I'll only use my fingers, going at such a slow and antagonising pace that you'll start to wish that you were a beggar."

I moaned in response, barely focusing on anything except for the fact that I wanted him to keep going, keep playing with my clit until there I hit the high of my orgasm. He was already going antagonising slowly, riling me up with the right pressure just to retreat to softening softer once I got closer to where I wanted to be, just like he'd done to himself when he was touching his dick. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what his definition of slow was.

"And once I have the first two fingers in you I'll thrust and curve them until your moans are loud enough to wake the sleeping lives in the forest," I chuckled at the thought of how vocal he was in bed, but was quickly silenced when he edged one of his fingers closer to the opening of my vagina.

"Riven," I moan, already losing the battle. He cursed under his breath and kissed my forehead before eyeing me again.

"Say that again," Riven demanded, voice rogue and full of want. "Moan my name again."

When I didn't comply immediately he pushed the tip of one finger inside me, his thumb replaying the pressure on my hard clitoris..

"Riven," I moaned again, arching my back in the process, demanding more.

I hated how I loved this. I hated how he made me feel.

I wanted more

"Good girl," He responded and suddenly he had two fingers buried deep inside me, slick with my wetness as he thrust them in and out. Slowly, just like he'd said, antagonising slowly.

What first started as low moans and gasps turned into full-out cries and groans when he curled his fingers to brush my G-spot just while his thumb still caressed my clitoris. I moaned and cursed his name every time he would retreat only to return to my most sensitive spots and do it all over again. My back remained in an arch, my hands were tangled in his hair as his mouth had started to create new bruises close to my breast while whispering dirty promises every time he could manage, as if his hands weren't already on his way to overstimulate me.

"My fingers today," He sucked into the soft skin on my collarbone. "My mouth next time," He slowly trailed up towards my jaw. "And my dick the time after that."

His lips were back on mine again and I melted at the comfortability of it. While he took and took every other part of me, I could at least take this. I forced my tongue through his lips and since he was caught off guard, I quickly gained dominance to explore his mouth. It was tough to do it while still gasping against his lips and with a body that had nothing in consideration except for its desire but I took what I could and earned wonderful sounds in the process, especially when I licked the roof of his mouth,

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I had to fall back onto the pillows when I felt my core bubbling up, the thrust of Riven's fingers thrusting into me until I could focus on nothing else but how close I was. His touches were burning and the way he curved his finger towards my stomach made me cry out in pleasure. In the distraction of the kiss, he'd completely forgotten his promise of slow and antagonising, because now, his pace was fast and rough, chasing whatever pleasure he could bring me. I didn't last long after that.

I came with a cry, the orgasm hitting me with full force as my back arched on the bed and my vision whitened out into nothing. It took a while before the world returned to me and when it did, I just found Riven sitting there with his hand on his dick again, jerking himself off despite just coming before this and moaning my name as stripes of pearly white soaked him and my clothes.

The sight of myself made me make a double take, because, in the middle of it all, I'd lost no article of clothing. Riven's pants hung on his knees and revealed his emptied-out cock but my shirt had remained on, and while the pants were significantly lower than where they'd first been, they still weren't completely off.

"You didn't take my clothes off," I frowned in confusion which caused Riven to chuckle.

"No I didn't," He agreed and let his hand brush over the side of my face. "That'll have to be a surprise for me next time."

He smirked smugly as he got off the bed and I couldn't help the gulp I made at the thought of next time.