At that very moment he'd said those words, his lips seized mine and I groaned at the abrupt intrusion.Spreading my thighs apart he pulled me to the edge of the chair, his kisses harsh and demanding. I made false attempts to shrug him off but his tight hold on my hips wouldn't budge. We weren't done talking!Finally resigning to fate and to the captivating feel of his cold lips on mine and of his wild kisses that almost drove me into a state of frenzy as he nibbled and sucked on my bottom lip I curled my hands around the nape of his neck, stroking the silky smooth edge of his hair. My eyes snapped close on it's own accord an animalistic whine parting my lips to my surprise. I clutched unto him for dear life, receiving his torturous kisses when his tongue breached my lips and slid into her mouth before proceeding to lick towards the seams.My ready body clung unto him like someone who'd been starved and hell if i wasn't. A small groan rumbled through his chest when i pressed my lips h
I sat just outside class, fidgeting with my phone as I patiently waited for a reply from Alexis. She had bailed classes and was nowhere in school and I'd began to assume it was because of me.I liked her, she was cool and unlike the girls I've been with or around, she was real as real can be. I've watched her closely like a hawk watching its prey, except, she was no prey. She'd caught my eyes since the very first moment I walked into neuroscience class and had to swap seats with her. I wasn't fond of relationships and whatnots but I craved more with her, wanted to know her, unravel her like the mystery she was. Heck, no female attracted me as much as she did but I had to keep away. Now I'm hoping I'm not too late.“Kai!”I heard a voice call me from afar, breaking me from my train of thoughts. Lifting my head up, I spotted my friend, Omar walking towards me with a grin on his face.“Hey man.” I hollered back, extending my hands for a handshake. We nudged each other playfully before h
I loathed self pity. Not just that, I hated being pitied by others. I avoided getting help from people as much as I could because I always believed I was enough for myself. Enough to take care of myself, the only one who could help me was me.So, when Kai barged in a little earlier, I felt the need to kick him out. I hated having him see me at my worse cause fuck! Period cramps was no jokes at all.I flustered as he placed the warm towel on my stomach. His surprisingly soft palm tried as much as they could to not come in contact with my skin as I lifted my shirt just above my chest to let him work his magic when he insisted to help after I'd refused to take any drugs for relief.I hated having to take drugs for cramps. I believed the pain was a punishment I had to bear for being fertile, and I gladly took my punishment like a champ. But apparently, Kai didn't have the same views as me.He had some towels heated, placing it just below my abdomen and if that didn't feel good. I nearly l
Night was always the time when everything happened. From dark supernatural forces roaming the world, to vampires lurking in every corner of the streets and most importantly, those who found pleasure in the nightlifes. Those whose only solace were clubs, bars, and joint houses. And let's not forget, notorious gang members were said to enjoy prying on the weak at night out in the streets. In one word, the night harbored everything bad and evil; which was the gang members, vampires and demons. Only two out of those didn't exist in this world we live in except for the gang members of course. Let's face it, this was reality anyways. The good part; was clubbing, the bars and good smoke joints and the underground dope houses for meth, heroine and whatnots. All of the above good things were my hobby. My favorites. I lived for that shit. Literally. We were in the 21th century where rich aristocrats had infested the world and let's be honest, no one gave a fuck if some set of teenagers or gr
He led me out of the club to where a Cadillac escalade had been situated. His ride was quite fancy. Classique. Hurriedly opening the door for me, he hopped in too. He signaled the chauffeur who nodded and drove off. Were we going to an hotel? I had nearly died from anticipation. I always took my men home, not them taking me anywhere. He sat calm, brought out his phone and tapped at it. "Were are we going to?" I asked. "My home," he replied calmly. Okay, this was getting awkward. I was here burning up and he was there acting all calm. Was I even a turn on for him? Or was he just the only one who has this much effect on me? Fuck it, I yanked the phone out of his grasp and his brows furrowed, "What are you do–"Before he could say something else I covered his lips with mine. A wanton moan slid past my lips when I caught the whiff of tequila and lime on his breath. The amazing feel of his lips was heavenly. He stiffened under my abrupt move but eventually began to kiss me back.
His home was magnificent. Nicely decorated far more properly for a bachelor, the glass mansion was elaboratly designed it had no hanged pictures except some few paintings on the wall. As much as I'd have loved to explore the entire house in all it's magnitude, I didn't think that was a proper thing to do. He led me into the living room and headed straight to the mini bar, "care for a drink?" He turned to face me when he plucked out a bottle of whiskey. "Why don't we just get down to business instead?" I drawled out seductively. His lips twisted back into what would have been called a smile, " we will. But first Lizzie, we have to talk."Stepping out of my heels I flicked my hair to a side and slowly began to unzip my dress. I swayed my hips in a perfect rhythm as I approached him. I pushed him back against the bar counter my hand rested on his chest and my lips slowly kissed his jaw. "Talk about what?" I asked hoarsely. He rested the bottle back on it's shelf and his hand curled
“Elijah!" I screamed out his name as pleasure racked through me. My eyes flew to the back of my head and my toes curled when I thrust the dildo into me one last time. I buried my head in the pillow and covered my mouth with a hand to muffle the screams that broke through. When I got off my high, there was a knock and a voice spoke from the other end of the door. "We gonna be late for classes girl. You've gotta stop masturbating and get the fuck out of there!" Lee shouted agitatedly. I couldn't blame her, She had to put up with me touching myself every time I had a flash back and remembered Eli. It was disturbing for me, how my body had seemed to get overly aroused every single time I'd remembered him. Funny enough, i didn't get the urge to hump someone else. I got into the bathroom, hurriedly showered, tugged on a baggy jeans with a white crop top and shrugged on my combat boots. I had my hair in a ponytail before wrapping it into a messy bun, a few lose strands fell at the back.
I curled up on the couch. That fucker had told me to get out of his office, it took everything in me to not slap him hard across the face. I felt a tinge of pain at his harsh words-why, I couldn't tell. I was already in a foul mood as it was. After I'd left Elijah's office and went back to Lee, she said nothing and we both drove home in silence until we were in our apartment. She paced the room demanding an explanation. "Alexis! What the actual fuck happened at school? And why is the new professor's name Elijah? The same name you've screamed for a week.""We'd have to ask his parents why they named him Elijah cause I really don't know." I shrugged. She eyed me suspiciously "really? And that same Elijah just happened to call you into his office, alone, out of hundreds of students?"Okay, I admit. I couldn't keep her in the dark. She had to know, maybe then she could give me an advice on what to do cause fuck! I really needed one. "Okay, fine. Dr Elijah Carson is the same Elijah I