Infinite Love

Chapter 19

Erik

My heart and mind race together as she walks slowly, seductively, towards me, utter perfection. That part of me that is so filled with rage towards her is buried deep in this moment. All I can think of is her, how much I want her once more, how much of her I have been denied over the centuries. She was supposed to be mine.

And now tonight at least she is, every single inch of her will belong to me. I relish the moment she drops her blazer revealing the tight material clinging to her every curve. My eyes are glued to her as she slowly unbuttons the trousers, the wiggle of her hips as she works free from them.

The deliciously slow movement of her elegant fingers as she slides her top up her body and over her head, her full breasts barely contained by her lace bra, the little lace shorts making my c**k twitch. Still in those killer heels she closes the rest of the distance between us.

Her delicate fingers work their way under my shirt quickly alleviating me from its confines, leaving tingles of pleasure as she grazes my skin. Her warm breath caresses my now exposed chest, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine.

Fingers grip the buckle of my belt and before I can even register she has worked me free of them and my boxers, quickly I work out of my shoes and step free from them. My very breath is stuck in my throat as I am captured by her eyes, those eyes that have always stolen my soul, that until tonight she has been so hesitant to unleash upon me.

They are simply mesmerising, the amber burning bright with desire, looking at her now like this, I wonder how could she have ever chosen Damian over what we had? An electricity running between us, she consumes me.

A fire begins to burn as she traces her fingertips over my chest and I grasp her hand with my own, lightly kissing her fingertips as I stare into those amber pools. A fever running through every part of me, it will only be quenched by her.

She has hypnotised me, my head moves as if by some cosmic force, my lips finding hers, so soft, so perfect, opening and giving way for me, her tongue meeting mine in a dance of pleasure. I feel a desperate need to consume every single inch of her, to brand her very soul with mine. Her reaction to me telling me she feels the same.

Her kiss taking me to what feels like the edge of insanity, the need for her too great, I wrap my hands firmly on both cheeks of her ass and lift her up carrying her to the bed. My impatience to own her leads me to throw her roughly onto the bed. She looks glorious there below me, lips swollen from the intensity of our kiss.

The small slips of black lace hiding part of her from me needs to go, she belongs to me. My fingers grip the lace of her panties and shred them, I feel her excited tremble beneath my fingers and my c**k strains to be inside of her already. It takes everything inside of me not to take her in this moment.

My hands work quickly to free her from her bra, letting those perfect mounds free, I can’t hold myself back from my need to enjoy them. Kneeding and squeezing them, the way she pushes upwards into my grasp tells me she is enjoying my attention. Her n*****s pebbling under my very touch.

My mouth can’t resist their call, finding one first, sucking and squeezing, delighting in the loud moan of pleasure she releases at every nip and suck, tuning my attention dutifully to the next, I love how her fingers thread into my hair holding me to her, extracting my pleasure.

Letting my attention wander I lay kiss after kiss down her stomach towards her wet ready p***y. So pink and perfect waiting for my attention. I let my tongue lap along her folds, letting out my own moan feeling how she has reacted to me.

My tongue teases and circles her swollen clit as I let two of my fingers push inside of her, I have a moment of worry that the guards will hear her cry of pleasure as I work her body but my delight in how she responds to me over rides everything else.

It only take moments but I feel this delicious tremble begin to move through her body as I work her perfectly, her moans are like nectar to my ears and I love how she grips me and holds me close as her orgasm rocks through every part of her body leaving her trembling and breathless.

There is no hesitation as I position myself above her and in one quick desperate needy motion fill her completely with me. She feels so soft and tight and warm, hugging me perfectly, exquisite. I feel the strength of my own moan of pleasure as I fill her completely and then pull back to the very tip.

The ecstasy of plunging back into her, filling every inch with me beyond imagination. Logically I know I should hate her, be repulsed by her but every molecule of my being wants her, wants to own her, wants to hear her moan with pleasure in response to me. Wants to feel her burst with unimaginable pleasure at my every touch.

I fill her hard, deep, fast over and over again, her eyes close and I find her lips, her tongue, needing to connect with her in every way possible as I plunge into her over and over again. My heart soars as I feel that now familiar tremble begin in her, the satisfaction I feel at how her body responds to me is like nothing I have ever experienced before.

No that is a lie, I have felt this once before, the night she came to me before we were to be wed, my love, my heart. That night had been perfect and I thought the beginning of our lives together. I felt what I feel now, that very night. It made her loss all the more painful and I have never felt it again until now.

My own body begins to respond to hers, an orgasm with an intensity I am unfamiliar with building inside of me. I feel her own body reach it’s crescendo, her cry’s loud and unashamed, her body gripping and squeezing my c**k so tightly as she shakes below me, milking my orgasm so easily and powerfully that I too roar unreservedly as I fill her.

We are both shaking and panting, locked in this moment of ultimate satisfaction. An orgasm like no other. I roll onto my back and pull her into me, craving closeness to her, craving more. Her satisfied release of breath telling me she enjoyed this as much as I did.

Happiness washes over me as I deny that little tug in the back of my head wondering what the hell we have just done. I feel my breath slow and become heavy as I wander toward a blissful sleep but words invade my mind, words that I will never forget, words that can never be denied.

Her soft voice, heavy with sleep and exhaustion “I love you Erik, I always have”