She cries, hitting me in the chest. “I hate you for doing this to me, Draven.”
“No, you don’t.” I take her hand and continue down the wide hallway that leads to my office on the first floor. “I’m not letting this end on a bad note.”
Within minutes, I have her in my office and on my desk, spreading her legs before me.
“No, Draven,” she whimpers, the tears finally stopping.
“I won’t let you leave here until you’ve forgiven me. Let me make this up to you by licking your sweet pussy until you come all over my tongue.”
“Draven, please don’t leave me.”
I don’t answer as I push up the material of her dark dress and dive underneath, searching for her panties. She’s already so wet for me.
I push her thighs apart, ripping the panties she wears from her body. I run my tongue through her wetness, and her fingers coil through my hair, tugging the strands, pushing my face closer to her sultry heat. My emotions are all over the place, pleading with my sanity to keep Allison close to me forever. I can change her. I can make her like me, the devil in my mind says.
She squeezes her legs around me, her body so close to unraveling before my eyes.
I push my tongue along her clit, sucking her everywhere. Right before she comes, I replace my tongue with my fingers and bite into the flesh of her left thigh. She screams out her pleasure and pain, and I swallow it all up. The blood enters my system, and already my mind has succumbed to the sensation of what her blood does to me.
Drunk.
Possessed.
Fucking insane with love.
I’m consumed by each sound she makes, stroking my fingers further inside her to get her to make more of them. She turns me on in the simplest of ways. The way her fingers grip me. The way she moans my name. The fucking smell of her arousal coursing through her veins.
Everything about this woman is perfection, and I don’t get to fucking keep her. She’ll never end up with someone who loves her more than me.
But hopefully, she will find someone she loves more than she loves me.
Because she deserves to know love.
My cock swells as her orgasm nears. I’m so turned on I can barely contain myself. I can barely handle the way her pussy moves against my face.
Her orgasm hits her fast and hard. She can barely breathe as I stop sucking her blood and move back to her pussy to give it all the attention it needs.
Her body rides wave after wave, never slowing down as she bucks beneath me. I stop for a moment just to appreciate the pure beauty of her.
As soon as her body has calmed, I lower her dress and pick up her lace panties, bringing them to my nose and inhaling the scent.
“Fucking amazing,” I say as I slide the ripped material into my tuxedo pants pocket.
“You can’t keep those in there.” She points to my pocket and smiles, like what we just did erased all the words I said earlier.
I hate it isn’t true.
“I can, and I will keep these panties forever. As a reminder of you.”
Her eyes well with tears as I kiss her temple. “Not that I’ll ever be able to forget you.”
She blinks at me, like she can’t believe the audacity I possess. I can’t believe it either. “As you wish.” She walks toward the door, head held high. “Let’s give everyone a good show tonight. Since that’s what you like to do.”
And then she slams the door.
The room shrinks around me to coffin-size as I stare at the wood, already feeling the emptiness without her. I can still taste her on my lips. I can still feel her in my soul. The memory of her will never leave.
It’s for the best, I remind myself.