Blood Legacy Chapter 141: 139. In the middle of the night

He placed an open-mouthed kiss against the side of my neck and my skin prickled with goosebumps, enticed by the feel of his lips and tongue over there. His hands went underneath my skirt, his fingers digging into my bare hips and I drew in a hitching breath, rolling then into a single back and forth motion.

My bare pussy rubbed against that hardened length straining against his shorts, eliciting a rather pained grunt from him.

"What are you doing, kitten?" He whispered in my ear, a little breathless and I shivered from the feel of his lips caressing the shell of my ear.

"Trying to get into your pants," I smirked, meeting his clouded gaze as he pulled back a little to look at me.

"Isn't it obvious?"

I rolled my hips for a second time and he let out another strained grunt, the feel of his hard member rubbing so deliciously against my clit making me let out a shuddering breath. Fuck. It felt so damn good. I did it yet again and again until his fingers suddenly wrapped a little firmer over my hips, effectively stopping me.

"What you're doing is actually pure torture, that's what it is," he breathlessly uttered, leaning to rest his forehead against my own as he breathed, a little deeper.

I licked my lips as his warm breath caressed them, leaning closer to press a sweet and lingering kiss against the corner of his mouth.

"I want you to have me, Darius. Please, make me yours," Our eyes met again and my cheeks filled with warmth, feeling that pulse in my core as I sat on top of him like that, my body heating up with every second spent there, plastered against him. I wanted him. My body needed him. I wanted him to kiss and lick and love every inch of me, make me feel safe and sheltered from this painful reality we were currently living in.

I wanted him to fill me, cover me with his body. Make me feel that warmth only his embrace could provide.

He quietly gazed into my eyes for another moment, his eyes lowering to stare at my lips before trailing right back up, our bated breaths mingling. And with a painfully slow movement he leaned closer, at last, bringing his lips against my own into the sweetest and most gentle kiss.

I pushed myself closer to his body, deepening our kiss and not giving a single flying fuck that it actually hurt a little, as the corner of my lip was split open as a result from that bastard's slap. I didn't care. I didn't want to think about anything else. Just him and I, tangled in this moment. Our perfect little bubble, where no one could touch us or hurt us.

My breasts pushed up against him as we continued to kiss and his arm went under my ass, lifting me up into a single, effortless move. I let out a small squeak, failing to realize what was happening until I felt him sit up and move with me still wrapped around him like that.

A short rustle of fabric sounded in the background and my brows furrowed a little, wondering what was he doing there, behind my back and whilst using only one hand, the other preoccupied with holding my weight.

He then sat back and untangled my still cuffed wrists from his neck, making me hold them up in the air as he shifted his hands on my body, gently lying me down on my back.

I felt soft fabric underneath me, making me realize that he'd pulled the comforter down from the bed, using it as a buffer between my body and the dirty and hard floor.

My cuffed wrists went above my head, lying there like a true prisoner and I smirked as I stared up at him, marveling at the sight of his godly body. Sitting there between my thighs. Like a predator ready to devour his prey.

He paused to peer at me for a moment, his enchanting eyes trailing over the length of me. From my thighs still partially covered by those black stockings, that skirt that barely covered my bare pussy, my bare stomach and black bra that hugged my girls so nicely, his gaze however stopping where that fresh mark marred my skin. In that junction between my neck and shoulder.

A hint of hurt and sorrow crossed his features and my heart started to pump a little faster as I already knew where his mind was going.

No. "Darius..." I softly uttered and his gaze shifted to meet my own, my cheeks flushing as I bit my lip, hesitating for a fleeting moment.

"I want you...now...I'm soaking wet for you," I timidly whispered, my breathing increasing and I watched him trail his gaze over my body again, his eyes hungrily flashing.

"Please...do something," I breathlessly moaned out, spreading my legs just a little bit further apart and he visibly swallowed, closing his eyes for a moment in an obvious attempt to control himself.

"You're killing me," he quietly uttered, mostly to himself before he leaned over, placing his hands either side of my body.

"Why are you doing this to me, kitten?" He peered into my eyes, his tone sounding almost pained as he held himself above my body.

"Because I want to be with you," I simply answered back, losing myself into those enchanting eyes of his.

"You don't know what you're asking for," he roughly said I felt my anger increasing a little as a result of all that pent-up frustration.

"Yes I do,"

"And I'm not afraid, Darius," I boldly said.

"Are you?"

He remained silent, seemingly contemplating and my eyes widened a little as another thought suddenly passed through my mind.

"Or do you...actually..." I trailed off, too scared to even try and finish that sentence. His dark eyes blazed at the sound of that, burning with unbridled determination as he lowly growled out,

"Never,"

"Then take me, Darius. Make me yours. Make me scream out your name. Yours and only yours," I uttered, watching the way his eyes lit up with furious passion, his tongue darting out to lick his luscious lips.

And before I had the chance to take another breath he descended upon my lips with an unforgiving kiss, my throat however producing a small mewl of pain before I could even stop myself as that cut stung a little.

He quickly pulled back, his brows furrowing until his gaze landed on the corner of my mouth, a dark look crossing his features as he swore,

"I will kill that bastard for ever daring to touch you,"

And after a soothing peck he trailed further down, planting hot and open-mouthed kisses over my neck and chest, his fingers curling around the cup of my bra before he freed one breast.

I shivered as my bare skin met cool air, my nipple already hard from that hot arousal coursing through my body. And the moment he wrapped his mouth around it I let out a small moan, pleasure zapping straight to my core. Wetting it with a small trickle of hot liquid.

He continued to torment me like that, planting hot kisses and nipping at my skin from time to time, his tongue darting out to draw a languid lick over my stomach and my muscles tensed, my pussy practically pulsing with want. Yearning with need and trembling with anticipation. I was so hot. He'd barely started and yet I was so turned on already, threatening to burst at the merest touch over my heated pussy. I was simply burning. For him and only him.

He sat back to look at me again, his hooded gaze intently trained on my features, observing every change and every movement as his fingers danced over my skin, caressing my thigh.

I shivered with delight and his eyes blazed again, leaning over to press a lingering kiss over my lower stomach. My breath hitched within my throat, butterflies fluttering low in my belly from his nearness to my aching and weeping core. Fuck. I wanted it so bad I could barely contain myself.

I watched as he slithered further down, my heart thrumming and my body trembling from the building suspense. He took a firm hold of the back of my thigh, pushing it upwards and making me bend at the knee. And the moment he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss over the inside of it I softly whimpered and squirmed, desperately searching for any kind of relief.

I was even about to plead again, so desperate with want that I was already losing my mind but he silenced me with a simple touch, his fingers trailing over my wet slit into a single caress.

I trembled at the feel of that, whimpering from the equally pleasurable and tormenting sensation.

"Hmm, you are wet for me, kitten. Sopping wet," he mused and I mewled a breathless yes of agreement, ready to start begging for him to finally touch me when the feel of his velvety tongue trailing over my slit effectively pushed every single thought out of my head, making me moan with pleasure.

Fuck.

He drew another slow lick and I threw my head back and softly moaned again, my thighs parting on their own to grant him better access.

"Delicious," he sensually said, my lips escaping a small squeal as I suddenly felt his hands secure a firm grip around my hips and pull me closer to his face.

And before I could even draw a second breath he suddenly dove on my pussy and started to eat me out with passion and fervor, his tongue drawing arousing circles and lines at my already wet opening and clit. Driving me mad with pleasure. He slowly slipped his tongue inside of me and I loudly cried out, my hips jolting at the feeling.

Holy shit. I wanted more. So much more.

*"Coming right up, sweetheart,"* I heard that sexy lilt in his tone as he spoke into my mind, my body lost to the pleasure. And when he dove again into my pussy I mewled and started to roll my hips, spurring that back and forth motion of his tongue inside of me. I was aching so badly. I needed him to fill me.

He continued to torment me like that for a few moments longer, feasting on my pussy until I abruptly let go with a string of tiny and tortured mewls, weeping as my inner walls still pulsed with that deep yearning to clench around something. Have my body invaded by his. Filled by his cock.

I felt the soft and wet touch of his lips over my stomach, only now realizing that I had my eyes closed as my eyelids fluttered open, watching as he slithered over my body until we were face to face, his dark eyes so gentle and filled with adoration as he peered into my own. His powerful and thick arms were resting either side of my head, his hands gingerly gripping the undersides of my upper arms as I still had my wrists shackled above my head.

"Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop, you don't need to do this for me,"

I rushed to nod, too mad with lust to even dare think about saying no. I wanted this. With all my being.

"Yes, I want it," I breathlessly voiced out my thoughts, even moving to wrap my legs around his hips as he teasingly hovered above me like that.

He smiled and leaned over to offer me a slow and tender kiss, pushing his hips up against me.

I mewled into his mouth, responding with a thrust of my own, receiving a tortured groan from him. We rubbed against each other like that for a few more times, my pussy already aching so bad for his cock. It was almost painful.

He slowly broke the kiss and I intently watched as he sat up, those dark eyes watching me with unbridled desire. He freed himself of his shorts and my eyes widened a little, almost gasping at the size of his member. It was thick and long and throbbing with want, all swollen and angrily red, those straining veins visible from underneath its velvety skin making it look even more menacing.

*Fuck.* That was definitely going to break me in half.

Still, I breathed in as he lowered himself over me once again, my cheeks flushing as a tiny wave of anxiety and embarrassment washed over me.

"We can stop, kitten. Anytime you want," he calmly said upon noticing that and I rushed to shake my head, too overwhelmed by that need to feel him though. Have him inside of me.

"No. I want to be with you. I want this," I breathlessly said, spreading my knees a little wider. My heart pounded with anticipation, so desperate to discover what he would feel like inside of me.

And the moment I felt him lower the lower half of his body and nudge at my entrance I whimpered a little, so enticed by that tingling and teasing feeling.

I shifted my arms and brought my cuffed wrists around the back of his neck, my gaze meeting his as I quickly nodded.

*"Do it,"*

He wasted but a single moment to look into my eyes as he searched for any hint of fear or even doubt. There was none. And with a flare of his nostrils he peered down between us, gripping himself with one hand, slowly teasing and caressing at my drenched folds with its smooth head, bit by bit making his way until he slowly started to enter me.

He looked back at me and I let out a small and breathless mewl, my features contorting from the hot and pleasurable sensation. He pushed in a little deeper, closely watching my reaction and my eyes widened a little as I felt him starting to stretch me. With every added inch.

He paused, intently watching me as he softly said,

"Breathe, kitten. Take your time,"

I did as instructed and he waited for another moment, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion and relax around him. And the moment I did he carefully went in for another few inches, slowly pulling back a little before he pushed right back in, coating his member with my slick wetness. I moaned out, instantly aroused by that incredible sensation, another trickle of liquid drenching my pussy.

He made that slow back and forth motion again, gaining another inch or two as that wetness helped immensely, aiding him for a smoother entrance. I mewled out with pure pleasure again, the feel of him caressing my walls like that making me tremble underneath him, yearning to just push my hips up and start meeting him at every single one of those torturously slow thrusts.

He slowly eased his way into me with another few tentative thrusts, and soon, I was filled to the brim with his huge cock, my walls pulsing around him with that need to be further stimulated.

I audibly panted and he slowly slid out of me, his hooded and dark gaze holding my own hostage as he slid right back in, his thrust slow yet heavy. Deep.

I loudly moaned out, my eyelids drooping and my lips parting open as that single thrust brought me so much pleasure, losing myself into it entirely.

"More, please, more," I choked out, like a thirsted woman in the desert and he swiftly complied, in and out. Slow. Deep. Powerful.

I mewled again, trembling with sinful gratification and he soon started to build a pace, slightly increasing as I continued to make those pleasured sounds, loving so much the way he felt inside of me. On top of me, all over me.

His glistening muscles flexed with every languid and heavy thrust and my tongue darted out to lick my lips, staring unabashedly at the way his body worked. Working to pleasure me.

He sexily smirked upon noticing me looking at him like that, leaning closer to offer me a hot and sinful kiss.

*"Fuck...kitten, you feel so amazing..."* he groaned with pleasure in my mind and I mewled into his mouth in response, my hips tilting up as another trickle of wetness pooled around his thick manhood. Lubricating it so perfectly.

*"Ah...faster...please..."* I moaned into the bond, feeling him tense a little after my request.

*"Kitten..."*

"Please..." I broke the kiss to mewl out loud, his dark eyes so intensely peering into my own. And with a shaky exhale he lastly complied, increasing his pace.

I started to moan and cry even harder, hearing his strained grunts and groans as he rammed into me, faster and faster until I finally broke with a loud and desperate cry, the essences of our magic reaching out to intertwine at the very last moment, right before he slipped out of me and spilled himself all over my stomach with a roar.

I intently watched him, staring so enticed at the way his muscles bunched up with every jerk and rope of hot cum, his cheeks flushed and his skin glistening so beautifully.

His breath came out in laboured pants, slowly coming down from his high and I bit my lip, devilishly peering into his beautiful eyes as a single questioning word slipped past my lips,

"Again?"

"Again."