Her smooth hands stroked and caressed every inch of him and then he felt her tongue slowly stroke the tip of his cock, she moaned his name, and then gingerly put him into her mouth
Angel moaned in his head. With the drug in his system, even his ability to speak was taken. He was frustrated, embarrassed, ashamed and in ecstasy all at once.
The feel of her mouth on him was divine and now to his shame, he didn’t want her to stop. He actually wanted more. He wanted so desperately for her to put him in her vagina and let him feel her wrapped around him. Oh, if his hands were free what he would do to her. He thought as she drove him mad with ecstasy and then she straddled him, panting hard she positioned him against her wet pussy and made him thrust into her. She moaned with no inhibitions and started to ride him. Fast and hard. Angel wanted to howl. It’s been so long for him and this beautiful devil was his to claim but she was the one claiming him, albeit without consent, but he didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her to never stop; the feeling was intense and overwhelming; he wanted it to last forever.
Angel felt himself explode inside her and she threw her head back as she embraced release, sobbing in ecstasy. Then she laid atop him, spasming, with him still deep inside her and gradually her breathing slowed. Angel knew she had fallen asleep.
He, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep. Even though what just happened was rape he didn’t want the doctor to return and see her like that naked and on top of him. Aside from the humiliation it would cause him, he found he didn’t want the doctor to see her without her clothes. And so he waited, willing the drug to wear off, so he could gain his ability to speak and move, so he could let her know just what he thought of her and the humiliation she had brought him. He wanted her to know she would pay even if it was the last thing he did.
Angel woke up sometime later, not knowing when he had fallen asleep, Nadia was still asleep on top of him. His jaw clenched. When he tried to move his fingers, he found he could now. He slowly moved his body up and saw he had regained full motion of his body.
But that wasn't the only thing he regained. He had an erection and was throbbing inside Nadia with her vagina walls clenching firmly to his cock. When he tried to move, the friction sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. He grunted, shutting his eyes. With chest heaving, he did it again, and again and again until he lost the control to stop himself.
Chasing his pleasure, he bucked upward steadily and then he heard Nadia moan and felt her begin to roll her waist, joining him, and they both moved in sync.
This time, there was nothing preventing him from moaning aloud and the sound tore out from his throat. She felt wonderful. It was beautiful. Nadia pressed hard against him burying her face in the nook of his neck and brushing her soft lips against his jaw. She raised her hand to frame the side of his jaw, making him crane his neck and face her. She took his lips and kissed him. Angel moaned. Her kisses grew fiery and the bucking increased pace.
Nadia panted into his mouth, fucking him hard and steadily. Angel felt enthralled as she called his name like he was her lover? Like they had done this countless times. She shook atop him, embracing release and when he couldn’t hold back, he came inside her. Hating himself for indulging and feeling ashamed all over again. He was literally sleeping with the enemy.
Nadia snuggled against him with a contented sigh. Angel could feel himself throbbing from release inside her. They both laid there for a while and then Angel said, “If you are quite done, get the fuck off of me. The doctor would soon come inside, I don’t want him to see us like this.”
Nadia’s eyes flipped open and her heart raced as she slowly raised her face to look into a pair of intense grey eyes that belonged to a real, breathing being. Her heart almost stopped. The memories came slowly but they did, and it dawned on her that the wild sex she figured was a dream wasn’t.
Realizing what she had done, she almost hit her head to get off of him and rushed out of the bed to pack her clothes, quickly putting them on. She gaped at the big deliciously muscled body sprawled on the bed in chains! A bed which wasn’t hers. With a gasp, her eyes darted about and she discovered she was not even in her room. She raised a shaky hand to her mouth and her eyes went to him again. He was looking back at her with cold eyes filled with hatred. A sob escaped her mouth.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! Shit! Shit! I am so so sorry—there is no way in hell I would ever—” she started to say and felt everything in her stomach coming up her throat, she covered her mouth, turned and dashed out of the room before she could get sick all over the place.
“Nadia--” Angel called but she didn’t answer, neither did she return. She left him there feeling violated and used.
Angel felt a bit confused by her reaction. He thought she seemed in shock, and didn't know what to make of it. but then he reminded himself that the doctor had never forgotten him in that room before. He figured whatever must have driven her to come in there to sexually molest him, her display a moment before she ran out showed her disgust at the action. Perhaps it was realizing she had fucked an animal, a two-legged freak—like her cousins used to call his kind.
His heart tightened with pain and shattered into a million pieces. Taking deep breaths, he allowed anger to freeze his heart. He thought of how he would make her pay if he ever escaped Antonio Rufus's entrapment. He would make every single one of them pay for the crime against him and his kind. A rage so profound consumed him.
Nadia managed to skitter her way up a few more floors to the east wing and onto the corridor that led to her room. As soon as she got inside, she shut the door and rested her back on it. She shut her eyes with chest heaving then busted into tears, mentally kicking herself for what she had let happen. As beautiful as the experience had been, she couldn't believe the reality of it. She had molested a chained and helpless man. All because she had been irresponsible enough to get herself intoxicated to the point where she couldn't even make out the difference between reality and illusion. And she felt even more guilty because she had wanted him right from the first moment she set her eyes on him. She felt terrible at the import of her actions. After going through the episodes of her being the literal ‘mean girl’ in high school and then the first two years of college, she figured she had nipped that evil streak in the bud after realizing the hate she carried in her soul for the way her
She recalled her father had mentioned that her uncle was testing the captives’ blood to make some kind of cure for her youngest cousin – the one she had never met. And with how compliant Angel seemed around her uncle, she figured he and the others must have agreed to it, perhaps she was wrong. She was not naive. She knew part of what her uncle did for ‘work’ – everybody did. And no normal businessman would need the kind of security they have in her uncle’s house. Her father was a criminal all right, but her uncle was on another level. She hadn’t been in his house for long nor had she concerned herself with the happenings in the household but she hadn’t been blind to how cruel her cousins were to the house slaves, nor deaf because sometimes Daniel boasts about it at dinner time. She hated having to listen to the creep but she had no choice but to play the Ostrich with her head in the sand. Because there are times she suspected he was doing it to shock her and gauge her reaction. W
She took the elevator instead of the stairs and got to the ground floor in record time. She managed to stride out of the front door, still holding her book and walked purposefully in the direction she had seen the guards. When she got there, Angel was still sitting on the stretcher, He held his head in his hands even with cuffs around his wrists. As if he could sense her coming, he snapped up his face, watching her walk closer. Although it was dark the outdoor light shone dully over his feature, making it easy for her to see his eyes. He seemed disoriented for about a second and then his eyes shone with malice. Nadia felt her entire frame shake. She made herself hold his gaze, letting him see how contrite she was. That seemed to make his eyebrows draw together in a frown. Nadia used that time to jerk cold gazes at the guards and then she hissed. “Really? What sort of incompetence am I witnessing now?” she said in the most bitchy voice she had ever used, folding her arms against her
"I probably deserve everything you choose to do to me right now, but I need you to hear me out," she said in a rush and Angel watched her with a cold leveled gaze. "Hear you out? Did you give me such a chance before you use my body?" he said and watched her lips tremble. "I'm sorry, Angel. I am so sorry. I would never have done that if I wasn't under the influence. I promise you, it was a mistake. Angel… I." "Why?” Angel asked. “Why? I was not myself. I was intoxicated…” Nadia quickly replied, looking puzzled by the question and wondering why he was making her repeat herself. “Why wouldn't you have chosen to sleep with me? Is it because I am half human? A wolf-boy or beast-boy like your uncle guards like to call me?" "That's not what I meant…" "What then did you mean, Miss Nadia Rufus?" he enunciated in a cold, chilly way. His eyes were literally throwing daggers at her. "Your uncle and cousins do it all the time; use anyone they like just because they have guns and killing ga
"You smell good…" Angel said, and the statement made a moisture pool in between her legs. Angel growled deep in his throat as the scent assailed him. He reached for the silky shorts underneath and pulled them down her ankle. He then reached forward to cup her bum, and lift her up, making her widen her legs. Nadia breathed through parted lips then trembled when the tip of his tongue slowly stroked the hem of her vulva. "Angel!" she cried out as an intense pleasure shot through her. "You taste good too…" he rasped in response, then darted his tongue into her. Nadia moaned, gasping for air. The pleasure was profound. The position he had her in should make her quite modified, but what he was doing to her had turned her brains into cotton caddy. He was cupping her butt cheeks, with her legs open wide and his broad shoulders keeping them apart while his face was buried against her core. His rippling muscles bulged in the shadowy light, showing off his strength as he held her up, lapping
Nadia licked and suckled on him; she was whimpering at the sheer pleasure of getting to do this to him when lucid and with his consent. She wanted to pleasure him and have him enjoy the action as much as she was. She noted how unusually big he was. If she had gone on a date with a man of his length and size, she would have run straight out of the door if she saw him with his pants down. He wasn't freakishly big though but was enough to give pause. Knowing she had been able to accommodate him and had ridden and fucked him twice, she knew she could take him. The thought made her even wetter. Angel moaned and ran his finger through her hair. "Nadie," he rasped. She raised her eyes to look up into his. Even though she couldn't see his shadowed face, she could feel the heat of his eyes on her. "You want me inside you?" Angel asked even though he knew that was what she wanted. He could smell, and feel every one of her emotions. "Yes …" she whispered. Angel reached down to place his
Nadia quickly obeyed, panting in anticipation. Angel started to move inside her again, slowly this time while fighting down his beast and the animalistic instinct to sink his teeth into her flesh. It was hard and his beast did surface for a few seconds or so but he was able to keep him tamed as he mated with his woman -- truly mate with her for the first time. The pleasure was profound. "Angel! Please, don't stop," Nadia said in a shaky whisper. It felt so good, she wanted him to never stop. "Believe me, I can’t," Angel replied, sounding equally overwhelmed. Thinking his answer might not make sense to her, he added, “I will not.” His speech was a slow drawl as he spoke with his fangs extended. The experience shadowed the one they shared earlier and tripled all her expectations and even her daydreams. Nadia lost count of how many times he made her come. When Angel neared release, he grunted hard, holding her thighs in almost a painful grip, his claws dug into her flesh. Nadia whim
He lifted her off the ground, making her wrap her legs around his hips. Then he shifted position and sat down with his back to the tree. Nadia straddled him automatically. He didn't stop kissing her. Framing her waist he lifted her off of his thighs, positioned her to accept him and filled her up again. Nadia whimpered. Angel made her take all of him, cupping her ass. Nadia moaned. They both kissed each other fervently. "I want your mouth on me, Angel, " Nadia whimpered. "Tell me where," Angel rasped. "Here …" she breathed, reaching for his index finger and gently stroking it over her nipples. Angel moaned. He tilted her backwards, lowered his face to her chest and closed his lips around her left nipple. Nadia moaned as a shot of pleasure ricocheted inside her. Angel used his open palm to hold and stroked her back and stomach, sucking her persistently and making her cry out his name. He moved from one to the other, stroking the buds with his tongue and pulling them into his m