The hunger within.
1316 Words
Dylan's p.o.v
I wanted her.
I didn't know what it was, whether it was the way her hair smelt like oranges or how her skin aroma filled my nose like a drug. It was sweet and heavy.
It had never occured to me that it would be the scent of my favourite fruit that would make me ever want a woman.
But she didn't just smell like Oranges she smelt like a mixture of something with it.
I wanted more.
"It's so big." I heard her say and I snap my gaze to her as she entered my home. Unaware that she'd just trapped herself in a cabin with a man who could potentially harm her. It was funny how she didn't have goosebumps on her skin after her supposed husband just told me to get rid of her.
Her gaze slowly turned towards me, her big bright eyes wanted to swallow me whole and I didn't want to end up drowning in them.
"Do you want me?" She suddenly asked, taking me aback as I watched her turn completely to face me with a half drunk smile – you know, the kind that leans on one side.
I turned my gaze towards the kitchen instead, unsure if I should answer that question or not.
"Please want me..."
Something stirred within me, a feeling I didn't want to feel was brewing from within. I had told myself countless times, over and over that I was done with the life of women.
Women were like predators lurking in broad daylight. They didn't need to hide their true intentions when it was clear on their face. Their lust, the pheromones thick like poisonous gas suffocated my lungs.
They all had that one look in their eyes, the look of want and hunger.
"Hm?" She walked in front of me, distracting me from my thoughts as it made it clear that I should answer her.
Deny her. It was as simple as that, so why hadn't I done it yet? Why was I still standing in front of her and waiting for to say what I always said?
I wanted her.
It was too clear.
There was something about this woman I didn't understand, her scent was infuriating.
Without needing to answer, I reached down and grabbed her waist, bringing her to me and pressing my lips against hers. She let out a muffled gasp silenced by my mouth.
There is was again.
That scent of oranges and something else. More fragrant the closer I had gotten to her skin.
I needed more.
She whimpered as I reached down and grabbed into her tights, bringing her into my arms as I led her to my room. It didn't sound like she was whimpering from the grip that I couldn't control, but it felt like she was about to protest, to reconsider.
It was too late for that.
I was in the state of untamable desire that didn't feel humane.
Despite my inability to see, I still managed to navigate to my room just as fine, even though I hadn't visited this cabin in a very long time.
I kicked the door shut the second I walked in and made a beeline to the bed as I could feel the heat from her body suddenly rise.
She was possibly aware of what was about to happen to her.
"Wait, wait." She said the second I gave her the chance to as I lowered her down to the bed.
She was still a bit disoriented from the alcohol but I could tell she was still sane. I never took advantage of drunken women, only because it wasn't something I'd enjoy.
I needed them to be fully aware of what was happening to them.
"Let me take a shower first." She said as she tried to get up but I grabbed her wrist and pinned it down to the bed, gripping it tightly as I could feel the tightenness of my trousers.
"No need." I said, making it clear she didn't have to.
Unless she was trying to stop me. I had to give her the chance, even when I wasn't willing to.
She looked at me, her eyes looked confused as she stares up at me whilst I hovered over her body, both my legs were tucked on either side of her hips, trapping her under my body.
She wasn't my type of woman –No, not the type of woman I normally would lay with. She looked like the type to avoid me entirely. To walk into a*****e just to avoid bumping shoulders with me, after all, they only needed to look me in the eye to tell that something was wrong.
"Okay." She eased her shoulders as I watched her close her eyes and sigh shakily before opening them again.
She wasn't going to stop me. Her eyes told me so.
I knew I was only a leverage for her emotional pain at what her husband had done to her. Her way of possibly revenging.
I've heard it all and seen it all before.
Regardless, I didn't care for whatever reason she was going to give.
I didn't expect anything more than just a one night stand.
Leaning down to capture her lips, I was a bit taken aback when she met me half way but quickly realized she was fully accepting of what I was going to do to her.
She wanted it.
With that in mind I wasted no second, reaching down to the belt on my waist and snapping it open with one hand before loosening the pressure the fabric of my trousers were experiencing.
Luckily she was wearing a skirt, or a dress, I didn't care, but it made it earlier to rise up her thighs.
She whimpered into my mouth as I felt the smoothness of her skin before leaning away from the kiss and bringing my nose into the crook of her neck.
That scent. What exactly was it?
"S-Slowly." I heard her say and was a bit confused as to what she'd meant but soon realized my body had moved on its own and I was already embraced by her warmth.
I could tell right away her ex husband rarely touched her. Rarely showed her body the meaning of their marriage.
It was a stupid concept, to assume one would be committed to a single person for the rest of their life. I didn't believe in that.
I never will.
"Gosh, I said slow down." She whines and I only watched her as I gripped the beddings tightly, turning my palm red.
I wanted to, but it was hard. It felt like a new experience for me, numbing all my senses as my hips moved against hers.
She was looking at me with a soft glare, as though warning me to continue and yet I was. But she didn't try to stop me regardless.
So I didn't slow down, only because I wasn't capable of doing so, but, gladly her glare slowly shifted from anger to something else.
I could feel it, her body accepting mine.
She leaned back down onto the bed and sighed shakily as she grabbed my wrists and sink her nails in, getting used to the pace.
But that only encouraged the untamed part of him only move my hips faster, getting her back to arch slightly up as she whimpered more.
She didn't say anything, or protest to my sudden shift in speed, so I only felt more motivated to test her limits.
That was then I heard it, a soft and almost inaudible sound escaping her throat as she tilted her head back and let go of my wrists before gathering so much of the beddings beneath her.
It felt compressed, but I could tell what that sound was.
She was enjoying herself.
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