Hells Heaven

Chapter Eighteen

He carried me to a part of the warehouse I havent been before. When we got to a room, he shut and locked the door. He slowly lowered me to my feet, making sure that our bodies never lose contact.

Just as my feet touch the floor he catches both my hands with his and keeps my body pinned to his. I am so turned on, my whole body is tingling where we touch, my core is throbing.

I can't look at him, I take steadying small breaths, but his scent is driving me insane. I can feel his breath on the top of my head. Without thinking or second guessing myself, I slam my head into his chin, and manage to break the hold he has on me. I take two steps backwards putting as much space between us as I can.

"what the hell do you think your doing? You had no right to man handle me,you alpha-hole." I roar as my fist comes around and I punch him in the cheek. I jump back and prepare myself for the fight I have incited.

I watch intently for any signs he's going to grab for me. I watch as he spits out blood then slowly turns to face me with the biggest bloodiest grin ever. He's so gorgeous, I shake my head trying to get rid of the images of him naked. I'm not sure if they're real or just my imagination, but God what I wouldn't give to lick my way all over that body. Getting a grip on my libido, I get in a fight stance, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

"Oh! It's on now baby. Your mine, and you know it. I've waited long enough! And no one. No one, not even you are going to stop me. In fact I predict, your going to beg and plead. " he rumbles. A shiver of apprehension travels up my spine.

"Not in this life time." I snort. While silently praying to fate.

Before he can reply, or make a move toward me. I strike, repeatedly punching and kicking like Urban taught me. Hes really good and blocks all my moves, he's fast too. But, he's not fighting back. I know I'll probably tire out before him. I need to do something to end this and get away from him before I lose control I do something I'll regret. I watch for any pattern or weakness but there's nothing. To late I realise he's maneuvered us around the room and boxed me in and I've let it happen.

With my back pressed against the wall I have no where to go or room to move. His hands hit the wall either side of my head, and he leans forward. He burys his face in my neck and inhales my scent. My body is a ball of need, I'm trembling with lust.

"mine," he softly whispers in my ear than pulls back and looks directly into my eyes.

Desire hung in the air between us, the air thick with it. Unable to fight it of take anymore I threw myself at him, I climbed up his body till my arms and legs were wrapped around him. I kissed him urgently, fighting him for dominance, my hands automatically gripping his hair.

His hands grip my ass and he presses me into the wall grinding his erection into me. I give a little gasp, when he gets the friction right and pull back a little to grab his t-shirt, impatient to get my hands on his abs and pecs.

With a groan and a growl, he grips me tighter to him and turns to sit me on a hard surface, than quickly pulls his t-shirt over his head. My eyes are quickly drawn to the tattoo of my face and I lift my fingers to trace the out line.

While I've been intranced with the tattoo, he'd managed to remove my trousers and panties, and I'm fully exposed to his gaze.

"so beautiful, I thought this would never happen again. I thought I'd lost you forever," he whispered.

Before, i could reply or ask what he meant he very slowly, duliberately, ran his finger along my labia, back and forth, picking up at my wetness, causing me to get wetter. I wanted more, so badly but I was afraid to breathe. For fear he'd stop.

I laid still, and looked him straight in the eyes while he looked back and gently pleasured me. This was so sweet a complete contrast to how he'd been since the moment he'd bumped me in the club.

He finally slid his finger inside me, a little at a time. My nerve endings were so sensitive to his touch, that it almost hurt, I was already having small spasms, until he added a second finger, and curled them both deep inside me, he barely moved them, but the vibration was enough to drive me insane.

Still, keeping eye contact with me he leaned forward and licked my c**t. I screamed and bucked under him. He continued to lick, nip and suck on my c**t, whilst his fingers barely moved inside me. Never taking his eyes from mine.

Something was building inside me, an intensity that I'd never felt before.

"oh, my, hells bells." I screamed. The feeling grew and grew, until finally I burst. Tingles shot through me from head to toes, followed by a wave of euphoria. All the while he continued, until the sensations turned into a nice buzz.

He lifted his body back up so he was leaning over me. Took both my hands in his and put them above my head till I was lying flat out with him above me.

Looking me straight in the eyes with a slight smirk on his face, pulled at my memory's. A splitting pain erupts in my temples, I have a sensation of falling, nausea and then nothing.

When I open my eyes I'm sitting on the side of the desk. I look around the room and see Emmie but she not who I was looking for. I spot him sitting on the floor head in his hands looking defeated.

I get up and watch, while he raises his head and watches me, concern and something else in his eyes. I find my trousers and pull them on, only briefly aware of Emmies embarrassment. When I'm dressed and respectably covered I slowly walk towards him. I wait while he raises to his full height, never taking my eyes from his. A series of emotions filter across his face, some I can't read at all until finally, he settles with a smirk.

My hand comes up and slaps him straight across the cheek.