ROTTEN LOVE - Chapter 49: Chapter 49

He agrees with my decision, acts on it as he desperately descends on my lips again. This time there was no holding back. No pushing away.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me onto the table. We pull and push on each other. My lips part for him.
His tongue greets mine greedily and I welcome it. I've kissed him before but not like this. Without any barriers or lies, it's richer. I appeared to be the one in a frenzy as I suck his bottom lip.
The move unhinges him completely. His weight encompasses me as he lets himself fall on me. My back makes contact with the hard table yet it's the length at my center that I notice.
My thighs encircle him and he thanks the gesture by kissing my neck. I pant through it, burning for him and not even his usual cold touch can sizzle the fire he has created. I place my hand behind his back and urge him forward.
His length grinding against me. He snarls and the sound has me trembling with want. I can not thank the carpenters enough for this sturdy table.
I repeat the motion and he curses, his weight slightly lifting as he supports himself on his forearms. He looks at me and it's bewildered.
"Stop that. You are making it hard to stay in control," he warns. His eyes blazing red.
He pants against my lips and it's his air I take in.
"I don't need you in control. I need you in me," I nip his lip.
In answer, he cracks. More like unravels me. He lifts enough to take my shirt off before kissing his way down my abdomen. Paired with nicks, reminding me of his other needs.
"Wait, you should feed," I pant.
Who knows how long he hasn't fed?
I don't feel him on me anymore but his hands make do with my pants. I hear something screeching against the floor and I lift off my elbows to take a peek. What I see takes the air out of me.
Maddox has scooted the chair closer to him. He hovers dangerously near my center. Although my undergarments are in place, I feel bare to him. He lowers himself excruciatingly slow on the chair and I whisper his name in fear of becoming undone.
"Do not fret, my love. I fully intend on feasting," he leads kisses from my feet to my legs.
I look down at him and wiggle at the anticipation.
He perks up and commands, "Lay back down."
I do. I rest my nervous palms flat on the table when I feel a tug on my ankles. I yelp at the suddenness.
His laugh makes me aware of his newly found closeness to my center. He brought me to the edge, nearer to him. I lifted my head again and I regretted it instantly.
A wicked smile forms across his face as he lowers himself, grazing his nose to the inner of my thighs. I fight the urge to shut them. There is a greater need for friction as I can feel myself react to his proximity.
He kisses softly on one side then switches to the other. Slowly trails his tongue near my center but makes sure not to touch it.
"Maddox," I plead, the wanting becoming unbearable.
"You're so soft." He kisses. I grind a little but he keeps me down. His hands are firmly on my thighs.
"Stay still, it will hurt less," is the only warning I get before his fangs quickly pierce my inner thigh.
I bite my lip hard as he sucks strongly. It never occurred to me that one can feed from this position. I suppose everywhere is fair game. As he takes more out of me, I can feel myself drift, laying back down on the table.
He is in my mind. But he isn't showing me a made-up scene. I see us from the kitchen door as an outsider. It's an out of body experience.
My adrenaline elevates as I witness myself in my lingerie in the hands of Maddox. He feeds off me hungrily as I moan out his name. I heat up.
I realize anyone can walk in on us. We are in broad daylight in the common kitchen. It elevates the mania.
I say out loud, "Someone can walk in," but it also echoes in my head. I'm trapped in my mind.
From the outside, I see him withdrawing his teeth and directing his attention at me, blood pooling down. However, it's not true. The sensitive area at my thigh indicates otherwise. He is still showing and consuming me.
He smiles at me as his hand trails up my thigh and is in contact with my center. I shutter as I witness myself on the table.
His thumb circles my bundle of nerves and I gasp. He smiles. His eyes are on me near the door as he works on me on the table, "Let them walk in. I want everyone to see how I make you cum."
I start to fidget more especially as I witness him yanking my underwear and finally inserting his fingers in me.
He catches my attention, "Do you like watching yourself?"
I shake my head trying to deny the obvious. He works his fingers faster. They are exactly how I remembered from last time. Long, slender, and unyielding.
It could have been my table self or me at the door but I moaned more. He smiles as he works faster and I lose my breath. I grind against his fingers.
"I told you my appetite has increased," he whispers into my folds.
I call out his name. Both of me. It was such a surreal feeling. I wanted to run to him and grind his face but then that would stop him from divulging in me, at least one of me. He works his fingers in and out.
"Please," I beg and he complies as he nips my clit.
I witness as I hit my peek, coating his fingers until suddenly I am no longer at the door but rather on the hard surface, shaking in blissfulness.
As my senses come back, I can distinguish the tongue at my center lapping me up. My hands reach for him and fist his hair.
"Oh, god, Maddox," I scream as I hear my juices against his mouth. The cool sensation his tongue brings to my folds.
The moment he stopped eating and released my mind was the moment he resumed eating something else and I could enjoy the spoils of his work. He wasn't lying. He was hungry. My hands roamed my body and I cupped my breast, pretending they were his.
I had hardly come down from my high but as he whispers, "I can't get enough," a new wave starts.
"That won't do it," I breathe, lifting my head. He stops and looks at me. His mouth hovering over my center. There is a mixture of my blood with my juices on him and it's so errotic.
"You sure," he gives my center a lick.
I fight through it. I shake my head, leading my hand to his chin, "No. You need to be inside me. Only that will help."
He raises his eyebrow, "I do," he questions and gives me another pass.
I grab his chin harder, "I need you. I feel like I'll burn if you don't help me right now. We've waited too long for this so get inside." It's a command but a plea at the same time.
He doesn't waver. He stands up and starts unbuckling his pants. I sit completely up and desperately unbutton his shirt, running my hands down his newly bare abdomen until it leads me to what I so desperately want.
He scoots me closer to the edge as I align us. Before entering me, he lifts my chin. "I have long for you, Helena."
I extend my torso bringing my face closer to his, "as have I," I caress his face. I claim his lips tenderly, "Sorry to keep you waiting, for being confused and leaving you alone."
I feel him at my entrance, slowly entering, "Don't apologize, my love. We are finally together."
He shudders as he slides himself all the way in. I look down at our connected bodies and then up as he observes my fascination. I laugh and he mimics the sound until the joy gets outshined by the returning need.
I bring his face closer to my lips and he continues to move in out. I moan into them and he grunts with each thrust. I had worried that Zain ruined me for anyone else, that no one would be able to fill me as he did.
But Maddox has proven the contrary. I'm not simply filled with him but I can feel our beings merging in this primal act. I can't get enough and he felt it. He leads me flat to the table and plants his hands on my hips, moving me faster against him.
I grab onto those hands for life. They are the only thing keeping me sane. I can feel the pressure build to a dangerous level. "Maddox," I whimper.
He moves me harder against him and I can feel myself wanting to burst.
"Coat me, my love," he orders and I comply, shaking with euphoria, and need and love. The sensation was far greater than anything I had felt.
I gasp and I can't get any air. Maddox quickly sits me up, his member remains buried inside. I grab onto him. My thighs clenched, grinding against him to quell the sensation in between my legs.
He shakes and I hear a grunt as he gives me the final blows, releasing himself. He clings to me as I chase away my high, slowly coming down.
He says nothing. Lets me take my time. Holds onto me like he is also in need of something to keep him together. I can feel my face coat with something wet. Tears.
We stay in the position for what seems like an eternity but at the same time not long enough. We only unwinded at the sound of a familiar voice, "Our hosts would like to know if Helena is staying for dinner. If so, then I'm sorry to inform you the kitchen is in need."
We look at each other as Marisa yells at us behind closed doors.