Allure Magnified (11 page)

             
I shook my head, the deep breath I attempted to take becoming an epic fail. There was no way; everything was too sensitive. I could feel the fleshy tip of his cock pressing right into my cervix…

             
“Fucking hold it or I’ll stop.”

             
A part of me doubted his ability to pull out at that point. The other part was too desperate to chance it. Somehow I found the strength to lock my muscles up good and tight. “Fuck me. God, just fuck me.”

             
Dorian’s thighs tensed behind mine. I was convulsing at that point, my sex going into a seizure around the hot shaft inside it. He shuddered and exhaled sharply.

             
The tension deep in my abdomen was about to snap. In two seconds it wasn’t going to matter whether he moved or not…

             
“See how you are right now, baby? This is what we do to each other.”

             
I strained against his cock, my hips rolling, seeking any type of friction. Feverish whimpers were all I could manage as a plea, my heart threatening to implode in my chest.

             
He hadn’t moved, but his body and cock were straining toward me. “Next time you even think about wanting someone else, remember how this feels. Remember not being able to breathe because you need my cock this badly.”

             
My nails dug into the mattress, handfuls of the blanket trapped painfully in my hands. There was something too sexy about him claiming me like this.

             
“Fuck.” His body lost the fight for one glorious second, a jerk of his hips slamming into me. “You’re clenching. Feel it.”

             
Arms that had already been shaking gave out on me, my upper body falling to the bed and staying there this time. Dorian forced himself to still but it was too late.

             
My body was already collapsing around him, greedy pulls somehow dragging his swollen cock deeper. The world faded to black as I saw stars, my body nearly imploding from the inside out.

             
The sound Dorian made was male agony in its rawest form. “Coming. All over me. Just like this. Fuck, Demi.” His hands shifted on my hips, fingers tightening. “I breathe for you, woman. I fucking breathe for you.”

             
I choked back a silent scream. Oh sweet God, I was coming, the orgasm ripping through my already overloaded body.

             
Dorian gave a rough sound and slammed into me, pushing back in just as my walls were squeezing down. I cried out feebly, overwhelmed and frightened. It was too much. How the hell was my heart going to get through it?

This is what he did to me. He ripped me apart, holding the pieces of me wide
open so that he could get inside every part of me. He’d tainted my code, covered my molecules in him, and bonded me to him.

I
rrevocably.

I would never be able to live without this anymore. And a part of me suspected that that’s exactly what he wanted
.

             
Dorian wrapped his arms around me and lifted my body up. The movement made him slide inside me. Whimpering, I fell on his chest when he pressed my back to his front.

             
“You want my cum, baby girl?” he asked, nuzzling my neck and slipping a hand down to caress my clit.

             
“God…wait…”

             
He completely ignored my plea, holding me against him. “Do you want my cum, Demitra?” 

             
A shallow thrust, a soft rotation of his hips, his tongue on my skin, and a flick of his finger on my clit—that’s all it took to make me pulse around him, bringing me to the verge of another orgasm. My eyes fell open, my back arching, almost desperate to escape him.

He stopped caressing my clit, his fingers resting lightly on it. Exactly as he wanted, I became a mess, rubbing myself into his fingers mindlessly.

“Yes,” I answered him, my voice high-pitched and breathless. “Give it to me. Fuck, please.” It was the only way he was going to stop this, the only way he’d give me relief.  He pressed his face into my skin, biting down lightly. A snarl rippled through the skin of my neck, the sound punctuated by another bite. I gasped loudly, the sound melting into a moan.

“Say you’re mine. I’ll give it to you.” He parted my lower lips and slid his middle finger across my clit roughly.

“Yours. Only yours, baby.
Uh
, fuck. God. Too good. Too—” My voice broke on a sob, a tear sliding out of my clenched eyelids. I fell apart, my hips undulating with abandon, desperate for what he’d promised me.

“That’s it. Give it to me, Demi.” He thrust into me, his hold becoming vice-like. Holding me up like the rag-doll I’d become, he fed his cock into me over and over, his punishing thrusts sending my orgasm into overdrive.

More tears leaked out, my nerves wailing under the onslaught.

Tormented.

Addicted.

I’d die without this torture. I would never be able to live without the experience of him shaking, past the point of control, arching into me, his pained moans leaving him as his cum spurted hotly inside me.

Dorian’s large frame shuddered. He went at the spot beneath my ear with small, frantic sucks, inhaling my scent in between each one. “Feel me, baby,” he moaned.

I throbbed weakly around him, his voice sending heat flashing through me. I turned my head, searching out his lips. The wet sound of our mouths connecting mimicked the wet slide of his cock inside me.

He sucked on my tongue and I was lost in the taste of him. Reaching back, I wrapped my hand around the side of his face. His jaw worked under my hand as he kissed me. “Demi.” His teeth dragged across my bottom lip harshly. I whimpered, chasing his lips. “So close.  I can’t hold it anymore.”

“Dorian, give me your cum. I’ll come so hard, please.”

“God, Demi.” He grabbed my jaw, licking at my tongue. “Come, baby. Come with me. Take all of it.”

I mewled, everything seizing to exist but him. I couldn’t even feel the mattress beneath us. Dorian rubbed my clit, pulling my hips down and wrenching a cry out of me. He convulsed in hard waves, his body jerking roughly into mine.

I felt the first hit of his orgasm. My vision exploded, colors blending and warping behind my closed lids as I greedily took everything that he had to give.

Dorian’s heart was beating like a war drum against my back, each beat vibrating through his dick. My helpless body responded, echoing, pulsing—draining both of us.

I went limp in Dorian’s hold. He held me to him for long moments after, our bodies still connected and both of us twitching from the remnants of our orgasms. He continued nuzzling and kissing my face, mumbling soft words that I couldn’t hear.

I was weak as he moved us. He slid out of me and turned us over, laying down and draping me over his chest.
His arms tightened around me and he brushed a kiss across my forehead.

I wanted to look at him, but he’d fucked the energy to live out of me. There wasn’t enough left to accomplish the simple task of lifting my eyelids.  I was boneless, comfortable, and sated. What more could a girl ask for?

“You’re the only one, Demi,” Dorian said in a low voice. “You have to believe me.”

“I do believe you,” I mumbled, snuggling into his chest. His deep inhale was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

F
all was definitely on its way. I could feel the slight bite of it in the air. My loose skirt flared around my thighs as I hurried down the steps. Hastily, I checked my phone for another text message from Liv but saw none.

There was a missed call from my dad but I decided to call him later. Something about Liv’s message had set me on edge. Even worse, the woman had said she was going to meet me here at school. If that didn’t scream “urgent”, I don’t know what did. If it couldn’t wait until I was done with class for the day, then I had to assume something big was up.

I half-jogged across the expansive quadrangle in the middle of the campus’ four main buildings. Other students rushed by me, some walking, others just as hurried as I was. I followed the path on my left, almost out of breath and cursing my heels by the time I got near the main entrance.

A small, nearly hidden garden lay to my right and the moment I got close enough, Liv appeared and pulled me inside. “Easy. Don’t rip my arm off girl!”

Liv froze and stared at her hand. She blinked down at it like she’d just realized her talons had sunk skin deep into my flesh. “Sorry.” She let go of my arm and stepped back.

“Okay...” I looked around, realizing we were alone, which made sense. It was the middle of the day and most students were in class just as I should be. “What the hell is your problem, woman? Spill it. You look like you just tried crystal meth for the first time. Those bug eyes are freaking me out,” I said.

Liv’s eyes snapped into a glare. “Yeah, because you know all about that.”

“You pulled me out of class, smart ass.
Talk
.”

She inhaled shakily and my attention was drawn to her appearance. Her hair was a freaking mess, as if she’d been tugging on it non-stop. Her skin was beyond pale and the bags under her eyes had me cringing. “Have you been getting any sleep?” I asked with a frown.

“That obvious,
huh
?”

“You’re a fucking mess.”

              “I am, Dem. You have no idea.”

             
It was my turn to grab her arm. I led her to one of the benches and forced her ass to sit down. “Talk. I won’t ask again.”

             
“I’ve been seeing someone.”

             
I tensed so hard I almost fell off the damned bench. Every niggling suspicion I’d been having screamed that I’d been right. “Okay...how long?” I forced down the million other questions I had, commanding myself to be patient.

             
“A little over four months.”

             
Her answer made my heart pound. Whoever she was seeing, they’d started dating around the same time Dorian and I had. I wasn’t mad that she hadn’t told me. Fuck, I still hadn’t told her about Dorian.

             
Liv must’ve taken my silence the wrong way because she pulled on my arm and gave me a pleading look. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you before—”

             
“No. It’s okay. I’m not mad about it.” I turned sideways so I could better look at her. “What’s going on, though? Did he hurt you?”

             
Liv shook her head. “No. God, no. He’s been amazing.
Too
amazing. I didn’t think it would ever become anything serious. He’s a lot older than me and his engagement had just ended when we met. I tried to keep a distance, but it was impossible. It’s straight up animalistic between us. Just...
chaos
.”

             
That was something I could most definitely relate to. Actually, aside from the whole “engaged” thing, I could relate to a lot of her situation. “So what’s the problem?”

             
Liv groaned and pulled on her hair. And there’s where the mess was coming from.

             
“I’m scared, Dem.”

             
Not surprising.

             
“It’s too good considering how it started, and how reality usually is. I never imagined that he would want more from me than sex. He hasn’t said anything, but the way he’s acting...”

             
“You’re starting to believe he does want more.”

             
Liv nodded, her pale face slowly turning red. “He invited me to go away with him in two weeks. He wants me to go with him to the design festival in Chicago.”

              I blinked rapidly, eyes locked on her profile. Conclusions were spinning in my head, screaming about things that couldn’t be mere coincidences. Shit that hit too close to home. “Liv...who are we talking about?”

             
Her response came out muffled since her hands were busy scrubbing at her face. “Ang’s boss.”             

             
“Excuse me?”             

             
“Calum Alexander. Ang’s boss.”

             
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?”

             
She lowered her hands and glared at me. “Like I would make that shit up. And before you ask, no, Ang doesn’t know.”

             
“Why didn’t you tell either of us?” I asked in a soft tone.

             
“I guess I was just too caught up in it and I was confused. I couldn’t figure out how to tell you guys. Besides, when Ang finds out I’m sleeping with her boss? Yeah. I’m never going to live this down.”