She started to pull it open, when hard hands grabbed her wrists.
Chloe looked up at his cold blue eyes and tried to tell him it’s okay, to let her please him.
He shook his head curtly and stepped away from her. A second later, the elevator was coasting back down to the lobby.
Chloe stood on wobbly legs, caught somewhere between humiliation and hurt. She
almost let him get away with it. Almost let him keep the reigns.
Fuck that, she thought, and slammed her hand into the emergency break again. The
elevator shuddered to another hard stop.
Tyrian glared at Chloe, this time anger shining in his eyes. The succubus was trying to drive him crazy. Why else would she continually disobey him at the most simple of orders?
Just as he was about to release the emergency break again, she sauntered up to him. That was the only way he could describe it. She came up to him like a sexually aware woman that wanted to learn all of his dirty secrets. How did she manage to make his heart race when no other had in so long?
She stopped before him, resting her soft hands lightly on his chest. He barely registered the pressure of it before she grabbed his face and pulled his mouth down to hers. This was not soft or gentle. She slammed her lips against his like she was trying to imprint the feel of her onto his soul. He fought the urge to take her into his arms.
In the next second, her soft tongue was in his mouth. Soft, wet, the thoughts triggered something primitive inside him. Something dark and dangerous that always lurked just beneath the surface. She always seemed to tap into that so easily, so quickly. How did she do it?
Her hand cupped his throbbing cock through his pants and a ragged groan left him. He tried to hold back, not to give in, but it was as if a dam had broken and the water was flooding in.
He kissed her back just as hard, tasting every crevice inside her mouth, loving the soft sounds she made in her throat. She squeezed him again, stroking his length, her touch melting the wall he held around himself as if it were wax and she a burning flame.
All his years of training did nothing to prepare him for this. Her taste was sweet like a sparkling white wine and her lips were soft as satin.
She tore her mouth away to feast at his neck and his fangs dropped, throbbing in time to his cock. He wanted, no needed, for her to bite him—needed to feed her in that primal way. But she only bit at his skin with her blunt straight teeth, ran her hand along the ridge of his cock up and down, up and down. Pulling forth liquid heat only she seemed to find until it was nearly boiling in his veins.
No longer could he keep his hands to himself. He cupped her bottom one-handed and
rocked her core against him. She made a wild, needy sound then was sliding down his body. She was burning hot against him, and he knew if he dipped his fingers down her jeans, he’d find her soft and wet.
“Are you an enchantress?” He hadn’t meant to ask it, but the words had slipped by his tight control. Her eyes softened, a small smile curving at the corner of her mouth.
“No, Tyrian. I just want you.” It was on the tip of his tongue to question why. She was beautiful, smart and had a charming aura about her that, for some unknown reason, intrigued him. If he were to bare his soul and be honest, he’d admit that he liked her.
She rubbed her cheek along his shaft, her hand stroking the hard press of him through the material of his pants. Breathing became difficult. Was the oxygen in the elevator gone? Violent images blasted through his mind. He pulling down his zipper and aiming his cock at her mouth.
He would hold her by her hair as he thrust into her hot, wet mouth, then urge her to suck him faster. He wanted to spend in her mouth and watch her swallow his seed. Then he wanted to lick her body up, from her ankles to her wrists and everywhere in between.
As he began to wonder what her pussy would taste like, his zipper was pulled down and cool air breezed over his hot shaft.
Tyrian pulled his eyes open with some effort. There were so many reasons why this
couldn’t be, yet none of them came to mind. He watched her reach in and pull out his cock. He was hard and unbending. Watching her small hand on him did something to him, snapped that dark dangerous urge he kept hidden deep, made that boiling need topple over and spill.
In one fast move, Tyrian had her flat on her back, her legs spread open.
“What?” she said raggedly. Arousal and pleasure glittered in her eyes, flushed her cheeks, and he wanted to see more of it. He wished he could go slow but now was not the time or the place, and the urge inside him was too strong to ignore.
He pulled down her jeans to her ankles, spread her soft thighs wide, and then he licked her sex. The first taste felt like he was about to come, the second was pure rapture. Tyrian inhaled her feminine scent, a smell he would forever remember every time he came for the rest of his life.
His fingers had to play, had to touch and feel what she was like. He pulled back,
hesitating to touch her with his rough hands but then he looked up at her flushed face, closed eyes, her head shaking side to side and thought no more.
He petted her, coating her creamy essence over his fingers as he licked and learned the soft folds of her lips. He pulled each of them into his mouth, feeling the soft flesh of her against his tongue and lips. Her scent drove him wild; the taste of her filled him like molten lava.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He parted her open, caressed her sensitive bud with his tongue, and watched pleasure consume her. How he wished he could bring her up slowly, keep her on the edge of bliss, then watch her fly apart, but there was no gentleness now. The soft succubus had torn his world upside down since she was brought into his life and now he was going to tear apart hers.
His finger found her wet opening and thrust inside. Her wet core easily allowed him inside. She cried out, her hands clutching his head to her and pride blazed inside him.
He did this to her. He made her feel like this. He worked his finger in and out of her, loving the wet silky drag of her muscles along his finger. She tensed and squeezed him as she neared her climax.
Tyrian barely managed to restrain his fangs, so badly did he want to bite her over her pussy, lick, and taste both of her lively essences dancing on his tongue. His hips pumped at the thought and he had to grind his stone hard cock into the ground to keep from coming.
A second finger joined the first and he growled against her at the welcoming, clenching sensations of her. He wanted that to work over his cock. He wanted to spread her wide and fill her deep.
Her hips jerked up against his mouth and locked in place there, straining towards him.
Her felt a trembling begin in her legs and spread out through her body like a tidal wave.
Beautiful. He flicked his tongue faster over her perfect spot and felt her fly apart before she screamed it.
She was perfect. She was hot and sexy as hell. And he was seeing in a haze. He barely managed to keep pumping his fingers inside her, to keep flicking her bud to prolong her pleasure before he sat up and tore open his pants. He had to feel her. Had to feel her muscles quivering around him.
He leaned over her with one hand, aimed his cock at her wet opening, then thrust inside.
What happened in the following minutes was hazy.
He took her with a savagery he never knew he had. He pumped hard and fast inside her, feeling her wet sheath gripping him like a lifeline. She howled and dragged her nails over his back and he didn’t know if it was from pleasure or something else. He didn’t care. Couldn’t.
She gripped his cock so softly, so perfectly. He kept taking her harder and harder until they ended up bent halfway up the wall and his balls were slamming against her. She locked her legs around his thighs, making the sexiest sounds he’d ever heard in his life.