02.14.5: Love and Hate (???)

Time lost all meaning for Gerard, as his mouth devoured Liora’s.

No, Elska’s. At the moment, he couldn’t care who she truly was.

Even when breath forced them to part, his hand kept a firm grip on her waist, scared that she would disappear, just like how his Liora had.

“Elska,” he rasped between ragged breaths, “will you be mine?”

“Yes, my lord,” she whispered in her small, soft voice.

Unable to resist, he dove back into those beautiful lips again.

Some time later, the world returned. He pulled her to the adjoining bedchamber and turned the key.

Hooking an arm below her compact bottom, he lifted her light frame and pressed it firmly against his own.

“Swear you won’t leave me,” he almost begged.

“I won’t,” she whispered.

His lips crashed against her, and this time, she met him eagerly, entwining her tongue with his.

They separated, breathless. He put her back down and didn’t waste a second in removing his shirt, then trousers. In the warm candle light, she stood turned away, glancing back at him expectantly. He gently approached her, afraid she would run away.

When she didn’t, he bent down to kiss the nape of her neck.

“You are safe with me,” he breathed. “Always will be.”

She pulled her hair aside, exposing the knots tying her dress to him.

Gerard worked them with trembling fingers. When he was done, the dress slid down from her body in a whisper.

The golden glow traced the slim curves of her form, just like how his Liora had been. She turned nervously to face him. Her breasts were fuller than Liora’s, rising and falling with her every nervous breath, catching the light in enticing ways. Gerard didn’t hesitate from bending down and giving her nipple a wet, sloppy kiss.

She sighed in pleasure, making him clamp his mouth on her breast, his tongue playing with her quickly hardening nipple. She bit her lip and tangled her fingers in his hair, as he enjoyed making her moan and squirm.

After a while, he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the soft bed.

There, he began worshiping her body from head to toe; trailing down kisses, from her neck, to her clavicle, her full breasts, her navel, her smooth thighs and then her calves, each contact eliciting a needy sigh.

“My lord, I’m ready,” she whispered.

He gently tested her with two fingers, which came back slick.

Pushing her thighs apart, he settled himself between them, his face inches from hers.

“Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” she whispered back.

“Then trust me. I will be gentle.”

Which he was. Noticing her every minute reaction, he guided himself inside her, then slowly but firmly drove himself in.

A faint cry left her as he felt the resistance within gave way. He clamped her mouth with his and let their tongues tangle to distract her from the pain.

When her breath steadied, he began rocking his hips gently, measured, attentive. When she didn’t flinch in pain, he slowly pulled himself back.

“You are safe with me. Always will be,” he murmured again.

She nodded in response, breath shaking.

As he drove deeper into her depths, her shudders rose in intensity. He felt her insides move aside to make way for his hardness. He established a measured rhythm; nudging her tender walls with his broad head, both of them shuddering with pleasure.

As he picked up pace, her gasps turned into whimpers and moans. Her back arched upwards to meet him, her breasts trembling in time with his every thrust. Soon, their bodies found a quiet harmony. His finger entwined with hers, their breaths growing frantic.

His climax approaching, he drove himself harder, shaking her entire body, held in place by his strong arms. His length pulsed inside her, spurting his release in her depths. Her insides quivered in response, milking him for every drop.

When he was finished, he bent down to kiss her and she welcomed him with surprising urgency.

What would he give to keep her?

Anything. The answer came unbidden from deep within him.

The faint morning light filtering through the curtains rose Gerard up. His eyes opened to find the bed empty. His heart almost leapt out of his mouth. Liora, no, Elska was gone.

He was about to jump up when a feminine arm curled itself around his waist from behind, followed by soft breasts pressing against his back.

He exhaled in relief, but then a familiar scent filled his nostrils.

Tuberose.

The arm was thicker.

He reluctantly turned around, only to find the bitch lying there, under the same covers as him.

He recoiled in horror.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Good morning, lover,” she crooned.

Gerard wracked his brain.

No. He had definitely spent the night with Liora, no, Elska.

Or had it been a dream?

Was the bitch truly a witch?

“Calm down,” she said in an annoyed tone. “It was all real. She left a while ago.”

“How did you get in?”

“Your guard let me.”

“He would not-”

“I showed him I was unarmed,” she said, lifting the sheet.

In the shadows, Gerard could see she was completely naked underneath.

Where Elska was slim, she was all curves. Marvelous, but Gerard couldn’t care at the moment. He fixed her with a hard stare.

“Where is she?” he said, trying to keep the rising panic hidden.

“Out.”

For a few moments, they stared at each other.

Then, she slid down his body, her soft skin gliding against his.

His body betrayed him, as his loins stirred.

She began trailing kisses on his torso, while keeping her eyes locked with his.

“Do you want her back?” she asked.

There was no need for him to answer. They both already knew it.

Her soft, enticing lips found his semi-erect manhood and kissed it. Smiling at the responding twitch, she opened her mouth wide and took him inside.

Swirling her tongue in circles, she coated his quickly hardening length liberally with her saliva.

She tried to pull back, but he seized her by the hair and pushed her down, making her gag.

“You will give her back.”

To his surprise, she stopped resisting and remained there. His eyes widened further when she drove herself down, her throat opening to take him in deeper.

The sight of those full lips, glistening with his saliva, traveling down to his root, and those smoldering hazel eyes looking up at him in challenge was enough to shatter his self control. His hips instinctively bucked upwards, pushing his manhood deeper into her wet heat.

Instead of resisting, her insides welcomed him, massaging his length with rhythmic contractions. The sound of her moaning helplessly around him made him harder than ever.

He could have enjoyed the comforting sheath of her mouth, gently gliding in and out of her, but her blackmail came back to his mind through the haze of lust. Enraged, he impaled her face down on his cock, making her eyes water.

The bitch did not resist. Instead, she grabbed his waist and tried to take him in deeper, angering him further. Heedless of the consequences, he grabbed her head and began thrusting without abandon, even as drool leaked out of her mouth and tears from her eyes.

The room was filled with the rhythm of his breaths and the wet, chocking sounds of her throat being expanded by his invader.

While Gerard used her body, Drusila endured.

Letting him dominate her physically.

Letting him think he could destroy her whenever he wished.

His every thrust only fueled the fire that burned bright within her. Nothing could extinguish that.

She would do this and so much more.

Even as she hungrily sucked on him, only one idea dominated her mind.

Nothing would come between her and her revenge.