Untainted Possession of The Tainted Angel

Chapter 27: Let Me Out!

Tasha’s POV

I love sketching and as usual was engrossed in it when there was screeching in my head. It was terrible and the drawing book fell off my hands along with the pencil. My ears sharing the pain as my hands flew up to them and pressed hard to silence this excruciating pain.

“Arrrghhhh!” I screamed lowly when the hammering on my hand increased.

My legs kicking on the floor where I had been sitting in the living area and rolled down to my side. The pain suffocated me and my other hand left the ear while reaching my throat which was aching.

This immense unknown hurt was cutting my oxygen as I felt several needles prick my skull. Groaning loudly, my eyes shut instantly as my hands fell to my side. A loud growl escapes my throat which wasn’t at all familiar to my own ears; as energy burst from me, spreading in the entire room.

 Instinctively, I felt limp and just like that everything fell to silence.

Let me out!

That commanding voice was back! Even in my dreamy state I heard it loud and clear as if I was awake. I could make out what was happening.

From the corner of the room, there was a gasp and shuffling. The loud heartbeat and the fresh blood against the veins smelling of innocence; indicated it was Emma.

My hand reached out to her, I wanted her to embrace me. I wanted to hold on to her but she was terrified. Closing my eyes shut, my eyes trailed up (to the ceiling) as the voice boomed again.

You have been suppressing me for long. Release me!

I wanted to yell, scream and shriek at the pain that was still there but tolerable, to top it up this voice was urging for something that I hardly know about.

Release me Tasha!

And that was it. I curled up into a ball, feeling light and screamed at the top of my lungs. There was a known force within me that was thrashing my insides against the bony structure. If it would continue any longer, I am sure my bones would smash. Scared, I gripped my stomach and pinched it tightly. The pain was nothing compared to the one that was bothering me from inside.

My voice turned from gentle to sharp to deep. My vision increased ten times—high definition and clear. The pain was messed me up pretty bad but in an instant; a woman appeared in my mind.

I startled. She was the same woman that I had seen in a dark alley in my previous life.

That same woman who was in her mid thirties had long raven hairs; that were left open. She had brown eyes with freckles near them, thin lips and a long oval face. She was lean and thin and wore clothes like the French women in early eighteenth century.

She was smiling sweetly with pity in her eyes as it turned white. She didn’t scare me anymore but got me intrigued. Her hands reached to her side and pointed to my back. Following her, I turned around to find no one but stopped when she called me out.

With deep, heavy voice and weird intonation as if done on purpose; her voice gave me chills.

Filii Typhona gerit, est quia custos animarum et amantes.

Pascitur ac dolore et erit in loco isto inferno animam viventem.

(Translation: Children of Typhon, comes for guardian of loving souls.

Feeds on fear and pain; will make this place a living hell.)

My head swirled feeling dizzy as she walked away, disappearing in the darkness around us. I tried to stop her, ran after her and ask why she was telling me all this but it was interrupted by another force.

I glanced around feeling the space around me compress. Adrenaline kicks in as I made a dash to the woman who was now completely gone but stumbled and fell on nothing there. It was free fall and a scream escaped my lips, which was cut off as I felt warmth seeping in my chest.

Leaning in, I realized that I was being kissed while the pain has ceased and the warmth was doing me good. So, I leaned in more but stopped when I registered the senses. The scent of love, lust and arousal along with my favorite scent—Woody Floral Musk; made me feel safe and sound and I let him kiss me the way he wanted.

The static charge crackled every cell of my body when his lips claimed mine and only God knows how much I’ve missed them. Regardless of how ridiculous it sounded but I wanted and craved him from the first moment I remembered him. It was now that I realized what we share was not a normal connection but beyond that.

We were mates! I wonder if he realized that too.

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Soon his hands were cupping my face and I felt a warm body underneath me. I was straddling him as he brushed my hair out of my face and pulled my lower lip seductively between his teeth. Groaning inwardly, I pushed myself on to him as my core rubbed against his obvious bulge accidently. The friction produces that familiar sensation which was long forgotten and I couldn’t help but rub it against his bulge, again.

His hands travels down to my waist and holds them tight, in place.

‘Oh God! It feels sooo good.’

I smirked at his thought and the need to make him feel better overpowers me. I increased my motion while he grunted in pleasure. My eyes watched him as his fluttered close. Head lulled back, his groin pushed into mine as if trying to get more out of it. This ignited fire within my body and desires clouded my head.

His face was serious, concentrating and cherishing the moments while his lip was between his teeth. A peaceful look on his face but my eyes remained fixed on that lip which seemed to be having a hard time. My hand reached to it and freed it before sucking on it; soundly. We moaned together as the heat beneath me increased. Our heart beats escalated and we clinged more into each other; can’t seem to get enough. His hands roamed all over my body as this time my head rolled back with body arched forward. His fingers bringing sparks as they traveled inside my top and moved up to my breasts; dangerously close. My breath hitched and was rugged while he panted and growled in pleasure. My grinding movement stop which made his one hand grip on my hips tighter. Squeezing it, he pushed his protruding bulge into me and grind faster. I was a hot mess while he sweated. His other hand pushed inside my camisole and touched my tiny little bud before pinching it and pulling it out.

“f**k!” I groaned and in a flash felt a soft surface beneath me.

He was hungrily kissing me while his hand left my hip before adjusting me on the bed. His need sharing mine and I wanted nothing else than him, at the moment. It was too much to tolerate but he seemed to have other plans. His hand continued assaulting my little bud that was slightly raised now and hard while the other had pulled my tee near to my chest.

Momentarily, his lips left only to nibble me gently on my neck, licking it and sucking it, I shudder under him as he grazed his teeth towards my collar bone, then to my chest. His hands cupped my tiny breasts before giving them a tight squeeze. I winced in pain but his lips started to attack my buds and did a weird magic with his tongue. It eased my pain giving an immense pleasure. He would keep repeating his ministrations till what I felt was pure bliss with his hands kneading my underdeveloped breasts.

“I love you, Tay.” He whispered between his kisses and I felt a strong wave of pleasure building in my stomach.

“I so damn f*****g love you.” He growled like a mad man and my body lifted finding a solace within him.

He pushed my legs apart which was tightly clenched with a hand before settling between them and rubbed his groin into my now-soaked core. Our moans mixed as I attacked his lips, not able to handle it anymore.

“Please…” I wanted him to take me, claim me the way he did before.

He grind on me more and more before my body shook violently and I felt an outburst down below. Suddenly, the wave of pleasure hitting different shores of my skin and body as I came down from my high.

Damien was still rubbing himself against me before he pulled back and instantly pulled away; panting heavily. His eyes shut as mine and we took deep breaths to calm ourselves. I slowly opened my eyes when I felt his hands on me. He was adjusting my clothes with a satisfied smile on his lips.

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Once he done that, he rested himself on an elbow as he eyed me with that goofy grin. I shied away and he winked followed by laugh.

“So, my little Tasha is really naughty huh?” He teased before leaning into me and kissing me hard again.

Instantly, my core throbbed in need of more but it was soon interrupted when a loud punch landed on Damien’s face; making him fall, beside me.