Chain Of Pleasure

Chapter 2

That was most definitely not a part of her dream.

Her dream had been filled with enough depraved yearnings that, even though her heart was racing and there were heavy steps in her apartment, Rosie's thighs were slick and she was sensitive when she adjusted her legs.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the pillow she had been clinging to and she jumped when she heard a bit of a scuffle, or maybe it was just the intruder stumbling...two intruders. Her skin prickled when she heard the handle of her door click and still heard steps lumbering around her apartment.

"Please," she whimpered when the door softly shut and the steps approached her. "Please d-don't hurt me," her voice was hoarse.

The edge of the bed dipped but she couldn't move, fear rooted her to her place on the bed. She kept her arms wrapped around her pillow as her body shifted, feeling arms on either side of her, sinking into the bed.

An instant moan draws from her lips as she realizes the subject of her dreams' desires is licking his way up her neck. It's hungry and insistent, so damn beautiful.

She doesn't even hesitate in digging her fingers into his hair. She ignores the faint wetness between her fingers when his roughly yank at her panties, her breath hitching in her chest when he gives a third and final yank.

"Those were cute," she whined despite the situation.

"Shut the f**k up," he rumbles, the scratchy stubble on his jaw rubbing her raw against her clavicle. "f**k, you smell good."

He inhales deeply and it makes her thighs quiver around his hand that is already driving her nuts by barely stroking her folds. She arches into him and a needy whine climbs up her throat; his fingers are at her throat in a second but his other hand continues to tease. It's hard to swallow around his fingers but she relaxes and complies, it makes it easier even though her head is spinning and his grip is definitely not loosening.

"Edward - holy fuck."

"Out," Edward's snarls to an unknown party.

His fingers continue to writhe against her and her cheeks flush in embarrassment, even after the door clicks shut. She doesn't mention it because it'll piss him off and she doesn't need that, she just needs him and that hand to keep doing what they're both doing so well.

Finally, finally, his fingers - middle and index, if she's not mistaken - plunge into her.

She lets out a strangled moan, back arched and eyes rolling in her skull. Three weeks and it only takes him sliding a finger in her for her to c*m. She had probably been halfway through an o****m in her sleep because of the dream but she didn't realize how bad she had it for him and his f*****g hand.

"Come on, baby," he whispers, nibbling on her earlier as she rocks on his fingers, a thick shudder rocking her frame at every moment. "That's a good girl...come for daddy..."

She doesn't care about how vile the analogy is. She just wants him and those fingers that - sweet baby Jesus, how is he doing that?! Its nothing really, just long fingers hooking home into that sweet spot that has her nearly sobbing mid-o****m.

"Miss me that much," he murmured, tongue thickly swiping at her cleavage as he makes his way down.

"D-Edward," she whispers, hands up and curled around her head, chest heaving as nervousness tightens in her belly. "What're you doin'?"

He chuckles and her walls clench around his fingers as he extracts them; she hears this vulgar sucking sound and the image in her head has her blushing like an inferno.

"Don't worry baby. I don't bite," he paused and chuckled again. "Hard."

It takes her a moment to comprehend his quest... and then she feels his hot breath waft over her core and there's an odd sense of fear wracking her chest.

But his tongue gently swipes up her folds and she's ice cream on a summer side walk.

She lets out an airy moan and her hands fly down, threading through soft, sticky, hair as he continues to let the tip of his tongue be all she is allowed. It dances all over the place before wiggling into the tip of her slit, brushing over her clit briefly on its descent. Her hips buck once and his teeth nip at her labia, making her tense with the warning but she's moaning again in two seconds flat.

"Edward," its another airy moan, her fingers running through his hair. "Please...oh God."

"I know I'm good," he flicks his tongue over her clit and she whimpers. "But I'm not that good, I know that babe."

"Ahh!!" She tossed her head back and rolls her hips without consequence as his tongue buries itself into her hot, aching core.

She's really unsure what to do with herself at this point, inexperienced in most areas of s*x and oral prominently - she always thought there was some monster down there keeping them from doing anything but sticking a hand down there.

Now that she knew what she had been deprived of, she was kind of pissed.

But then he starts doing this thrusting thing with his tongue and she could care less about the others. Her fingers strain to tighten in his hair but she doesn't know if it'll piss him off or not. His own fingers work under her ass and then grab handfulls, pulling her as close to smothering as he can get to his mouth.

Does he enjoy it that much? He acts like a man possessed.

Pretty soon she can't move and he comes up for air, giving her a taste of her own juices as he suctions his lips to hers. She wants to make a witty remark but her tongue is tied when he pulls away, presumably to remove the clothes he's wearing. He's still fully dressed and she's wearing a nearly see-through tank top.

She hears fabric hit the floor, the clunk of heavy boots and the rattle of his belt collapsing. And then it's skin-on-skin, his whole body pressed against hers and his aching, throbbing member against her thigh. He seems to like kissing when she just wants to get down to business.

Something is different about him this go round. He actually seems polite, passionate - had he missed her? He peels his chest from her and yanks her up, helping her out of her shirt so he can grate his teeth over the sensitive underside of her breasts; the hand not holding her up snakes between them and grabs his throbbing hard on, stroking it teasingly on her slick folds.

"What were you dreaming of," he purred in her ear, pressing her back into the mattress. "What could possibly have you dripping before I was even here?"

She swallows as he swipes a thumb over her left n****e, making it hard to think. "I..."

"Tell me," it was a demand in that rumbling, threatening voice of his.

She lets out a shuddering breath as he teases her entrance with the head of his c**k, slipping it an inch beneath her folds and then back out. "You," she shuddered. "You were behind me..." He rumbles and she swears she heard him say rough, but it could be her fogged mind. "You...you were f*****g me senseless." His chest rumbles in pleasure. "And..." Her cheeks seemed to get hotter, if that was possible. "I could feel it all...every drag and pull...it hurt. Oh f**k it hurt!"

He thrust into her brutally and she let out a pained scream, her walls shuddering around his c**k as he sunk in to the hilt. He bowed over her, making it hard to breathe but she smothered her face into the slope of his shoulder, hands clinging to his broad shoulders as he began to roll his hips.

"f**k," she whimpered. "f**k me - please!"

He obliged, her cries coming out hoarse after the fourth stroke; somewhere deep in the back of her head, she had to worry that his hips ached at the force he was using, hers did.

She didn't love it, but something inside of her had seemed to snap in his absence. Her mind created sicker scenarios to get through the nights. He had broken something in her and like Hell she was gonna let him go again.

"Edward!" she bucked against him as he sunk his teeth into her right shoulder.

His tongue pressed and massaged the raw skin and possibly blood away but it still ached and his hips remained brutal. She hooked her heels against the small of his back and she shuddered, moaned, completely forgetting they had an audience in the next room.

"Holy f**k," he groaned into her ear, his thrusts becoming sporadic but stronger.

She would have to remember to make a trip to the pharmacy the next day as she felt him flush her insides with c*m, she couldn't get pregnant. She didn't last time and that had to be pure luck, but she couldn't just forget a pill this time.

His whole weight rested on her and she tried to relax, not struggle, but that's hard when a full grown man is just using you like the mattress you're on. She pressed a hand on his shoulder and, though it was weak, he got the message and sat up. Him pulling out of her was a tender ordeal and she felt like she couldn't move as he rolled to her left.

The room was filled with their haggard breathing and she swallowed, unconsciously fluttering her eyelids.

And she stiffened.

It wasn't much, but it was slow and...she could see. A blurry - yet steadily firming - outline if her ceiling fan that had once just been Darkness.

She let out a strangled cry and, despite the protest in sore muscles, she clasped both hands over her mouth.

"What the Hell is wrong with you now," Edward griped, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at her.

She shook her head slowly and looked at him, taking in a fuzzy image of his face and wanting to cry again. "You're beautiful," she blurted out.

His face stretched and relaxed into disbelief. "What?"

She let out a hysterical bubble of laughter, ignoring the blood on his cheeks and his hair. "You're beautiful, Edward," she giggled again. "I can see again!"

"I can't believe I can see again," Rosie whispers into the mirror, then frowns. "I look like I haven't slept in weeks."

Edward snorts from behind her and, though she's sure he's heard it a million times before, he's beautiful. He's half naked, boxers on his hips and she does plan on doing what he wants - she wants to see every bit of what they do between those sheets.

He's covered in scrapes and small cuts, hair appearing still feather light aside from the clumped patches where blood waits to flake away. He looks as worn as she does, if not more, and it brings out that side that wants to coddle him, fix him up.

But he won't let her do that.

"How long it been since you could see," he questions, like he's genuinely curious; she'd like to hope she is.

"Years," she murmured, cheeks tinted pink as she stands there, not allowed to put on clothes like he did. "I haven't seen a thing in years..."

He smirks and she finds it glorious. "I'm so damn good in bed, I bring back peoples sight," she wants to chuckle but then he gives her a genuine smile and she...she almost forgets how to breathe. "Wanna share a shower?"

She doesn't say no, just watches the muscles in his back flex and roll as he turns on the water, flicks up the shower. He looks down at her and she wants to tell him so much, but she can only kiss him. She grabs his face and kisses him deeper than she has before, pressing herself against him.

He tenses under her touch, and for a moment she thinks she's pissed him off.

But then his thick arm wraps around her waist, holding her tighter to him, keeping her as close as possible. She tugs down his boxers, kicking them back with her toes as he pulls her into the water.

It makes everything slick and she feels like she's been lit into an inferno coupling her skins temperature with the waters. His fingers roll over her, digging and massaging into her plump hips; her eyes flicker half lidded and she is mildly alarmed to see the red tint washing between them - their lips - but she should have expected as much, considering how matted his hair was.

And she's scared to admit she relishes the taste of his tongue bathed in a sprinkle of blood.

He pulls back and her eyes flutter closed as he licks his way down her throat, suckling where he can and his hands continue to roam. He hunches to get at her breasts, drawing an airy sigh from her lips; she rocks her head back and cups the back of his as warmth continues to pulse from his lips.

She rocks her hips against his as he suckles on her left n****e, his tongue dancing between tender and rough against the puffy nubbin.

"Edward..." She breaths and bucks, her leg sliding to straddle his left.

He c***s his knee, driving it against her clit and she gives a sharp cry, pressing hard against it. She whimpers and grinds against his thigh, egged by the pleased rumble in his chest; she doesn't even notice him switching to her other breast, just knows it feels utterly amazing.

He pulls up for air eventually and she has to open her eyes, has to see him. And she does. He's so close, panting in time with her; her hips slow to a stand still.

"Drop your leg," he commands and, even in that trembling tone of his, she follows and drops her leg.

She braces her arms back against the wall, watching him sink to his knees, hands still gripping her hips. Its an image she could get used to, his bright green eyes hooded and filled with lust on her; she's sure her own expression is mirrored somewhere in there.

She lets out a short gasp as he ducks his head, teeth nipping at the insides of her thighs. His fingers knead the backs of her thighs and she has to try to pull all concentration into not collapsing as he nears her burning core. Its positively aching already, denied its release on his knee and fired up by the sight of him. She rocks her hips even before he reaches her, her whole body erupting in goosebumps as he lightly traces her lips with the very tip of his tongue.

"How bad you want this baby," he whispers and she barely hears him over the hiss of the shower head.

"Please, Edward," she absolutely begs. "Please...I need it!"

He chuckled and she feels it thrum through her, makes her loins f*****g quiver. He winks up at her and spread her thighs a little further, leaning in slowly enough for her to whine again.

And then he just buries himself in her.

This weird noise comes out of her, kind of like a sob and a scream, a cry of utter joy as that writhing muscle buries itself between her dripping folds. The tip digs into her walls, laps at her like a man dying of thirst. His right hand leaves her thigh and replaces his tongue, twisting and massaged the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves she can never reach with her own finger. He adds a second finger instant, having to fight for friction beside the utter slickness of her p***y.

"Edward," she gasps out, bucking her hips once against his mouth before his teeth squeeze a small tid bit of skin. "Please," she stares down at him, chest heaving at the sight of him. "Oh God, Edward!"

She does love saying his name, and he doesn't seem to mind as she can tell he's smirking without being able to see all of his face.

His tongue circles her clit in heady circles, making her whimper and twitch, begging to just thrust up once but she doesn't want to be full blown bitten. She gasps as she feels the edge nearing, her whole body trembling and the pleasure escalating. The friction of his fingers against her sensitive muscles makes her grunt in time with every thrust, fighting for her peek.

And she's denied.

She snaps to, gaping at him as he pulls all contact from her p***y away; she almost feels angry. He grins at her, menacingly, and she sees the water rolls over his lips like a freshly waxed car.

"God your beautiful like that," he murmurs as he bows over her again, hooking her thighs up around his hips. "Give my baby brother a show, sweetheart."

She doesn't even get the chance to be confused or shocked as he brutally thrusts into her.

She moans, loud and long, and he groans into her damp hair, like he hadn't already been in her nearly twenty minutes ago.

She wraps her arms around his neck as he starts to thrust into her, his swollen c**k dragging delightfully against every nerve and fiber in her body in ways his fingers just never could.

His lips brush against her ear. "Use your fingers," he whispers, punctuated by a groan as she squeezes him inside of her.

She lets out an airy moan as she pushes an excited hand between them, her walls convulsing and drawing a new groan from him as she finds her clit. Her fingers begin strong circles, but they are frantic and unevenly paced, though it does the job.

She is a vice around his c**k.

The f*****g isn't as frantic as before. This is slow and human, this is almost loving save for his teeth digging into her skin and the way she feels the slick skin of his length plunging into her. He kisses her throat gently every now and again, pulling at her heartstrings without her permission.

"f**k," he grunts as his hips lose pace but strengthen.

She is moaning and raking the nails if her free hand through his hair, she doesn't even have it in her to be concerned about anything other than the o****m that slams into her like waves at high tide. He lets out this loud, deep rumble at the peek, stilling his hips hard against hers.

She gasps and rubs her clit frantically, eventually having to abandon her endeavor as her wrist aches and the nubbin becomes far too sensitive to touch any longer.

"Is this an inappropriate time to make myself known," a rough voice questions from behind Edward.

Rosie screams, holding tight to Edward as he buries his face into the crook of her neck; she sees a misshapen figure through her shower curtain.

"Castiel," Edward growled. "I'm gonna f*****g kill you when I get out of her."

"I'm guessing it was inappropriate," the man sounds genuinely confused.

"Get out of my bathroom,"Rosie shrieks in embarrassment. Her eyes widen when the figure just disappears, her fingers tightening against Edward's taught skin. "He..." She whispers. "He just disappeared..."

Edward grumbled, pulling away from her slightly, bracing her as she tried to catch her bearings on the wet shower floor. "Yeah, he does that s**t," Edward grumbled.

~~~

She can see and it still amazes her.

Rosie takes in the beauty of Edward, the plainness of his movements, the shine of his beer. He sits in the love seat in the corner of the room, across from the couch where his brother sits.

He is a giant of a man and a handsome, but Edward has an unearthly quality to his good looks that overshadows him. He also has a different temperament than his older brother (it's odd seeing Edward as older, but that's only shown in their height). Sam is gentle but there's something in his eyes that says he could kill with no remorse.

Going by the blood on his clothes and skin coupled with the kind smile on his lips, he has killed with as much remorse as she suspected.

"Told you, Cas," Edward bites out at the man in a trench coat that stands nearest to her. "I'm perfectly under control."

The angel - yeah, he's an angel; it didn't take as long as you'd think to handle the fact - looks briefly to Rosie and she reads 'under control my ass' in those dull eyes. He's quite a strange character, not someone she would suspect to be an angel; honestly, she didn't know what to expect of angels.

"I find that very hard to believe," Castiel mutters, shifting uncomfortably.

Edward rolls his eyes and Sam runs a hand down his face. "Cas, seriously he's fine. No outbursts and no trying to kill me or anyone at random."

Oh yeah, Edward is a demon.

She supposed it was the shock dulling her reactions to whatever was happening in her apartment.

An unplanned visit led to perfect s*x, her sight returning, perfect shower s*x and then angels, demons and all kinds of supernatural explanations.

Castiel had said she was involved in his reasoning for being here, but had yet to divulge that information and she was waiting patiently.

"I'm sorry," okay, maybe not patiently anymore. "But...I, uh...I would like to know why you had to come into my bathroom in the first place."

God, she burns at the memory.

And then sees the angel and Sam both get uncomfortable, Castiel for seeing, Sam for hearing and Rosie hates herself for both happening.

The angel clears his throat and Edward finally seems to show some interest, setting his beer down on the coffee table as everyone hones in on Castiel. His eyes flicker to each face in the room and the suspense is killing Rosie. But he doesn't say anything that's useful, just bores his eyes into Edward's and the man grunts.

"Fine," he snaps and Rosie appears confused, Sam does not. "I'll be back in an hour," Edward grumbled as he stood, glaring at Castiel.

Castiel nods slowly and Rosie squeaks when she's bathed in sudden shadows, winces at the clap of wings and looks around when its just she and Sam. She raises a shaky finger, pointing to where Edward had stood, where Castiel has stood, and utters one word.

"But..."