Burn My Soul Part 1 Page 8

  "Please...." I whimper as I stare up at his magnificent body not knowing exactly what I need only knowing I need something. I watch as he gives me a secretive and devilish smile clad only in his jeans. He unbuttons the top button keeping his eyes on me. He brushes his hand up the length of his huge straining erection, moaning loudly. I reach out for his zipper, suddenly on fire to the point I can't stand it another second. His hand immediately captures mine.

  "No. It's my turn." He whispers breathlessly.

  I lay back, propped up on my elbows and stare wide eyed as his hand reaches for the zipper and slowly slides it down, taking his sweet time to build my anticipation to a feverish pitch.

  Once the zipper is down, he steps back down to the floor with his hand covering his erection. Suddenly he removes his hand. His large erection springs forth, reaching for me, wanting to be buried inside my wet warmth.

  I gasp at the sheer size of it. I'm afraid he'll never fit inside of me. Afraid he'll rip me to shreds.

  He just smiles his knowing secretive smile. The pants fall of their own accord down his muscular thighs to land at his feet. He steps out of them slowly naked and proud.

  He continues once again to advance on me as my breath hitches in my throat. I can do this, oh hell who am I kidding, I'm too afraid to do this!

  "Do not be afraid my love. I promise to be as gentle as is needed your first time. Just trust me." He growls as he stands on the top step and reaches down to release my garter belt from around my waist, pulling it down my long legs, throwing it to the side then does the same with my lacy panties.

  That's easy for him to say, he's not the one about to be impaled with that massive thing.

  "I love your scent when you're incredibly aroused and bared wide open to me with your little landing strip. You smell like vanilla and I do love vanilla."

  Senefru kneels on the bed over me, slowly lowering himself, sliding half of his weight to the side. Lowering his lips to mine, he keeps my gaze locked within his until I can't stand it anymore and my eyes to flutter closed.

  I feel him gently place my arms above my head growling to keep them there. I can't help but whimper in great need as the feeling of his weight gently descends. The magnificent feeling of his soft naked skin rubbing against mine is out of this world.

  His lips brush against mine leaving tiny electric shocks of wildfire, scorching me, building the fire even more from the inside out as my back arches against him. I desperately need to feel more of him.

  I'm impatient to find out what makes so many women glow while secretive smiles take away their words when sex is mentioned.

  I gasp loudly as my body bucking against his when I feel his fingers slide down my body and brush against the slick bud of throbbing nerves. I cry out his name softly and shyly at first.

  "Baby, you're so ready for me. You're positively soaked and it's such a damn turn on." Senefru growls into my ear as he gets to his hands and knees above me. His knees spread my legs wide.

  I can't help it as another whimper escapes my lips again. I don't fully understand what I need. I only know I need something....more.

  As if he can read my mind, he assaults my senses. His lips and tongue blister mine in a positively searing kiss. His left hand cups one breast and alternates between rolling my nipple between his fingers and sucking on it.

  The other rubs gently against my face and hair. His lower body rubs and rocks ever so gently against my bud throbbing like crazy.

  I feel him commanding my body, playing it like a fine instrument. Then, I can't think anymore, only feel.

  Suddenly, I feel a rippling beginning in my core, spreading outward as my body pushes against his in wild abandon, out of control.

  "Senefru...I...I...."

  "Shhh. Just relax love and let your body soar to the heavens." He whispers huskily and breathlessly in my ear just before his mouth descends on my breasts one at a time again, pushing me right over the cliff into the unknown.

  I do as he says and let go as the sensation builds and builds until I explode and scream his name at the top of my lungs. My body pushes against his as if reaching for the heavens.

  As I slowly come back from soaring so high, I feel myself blushing hotly in the afterglow of my very first orgasm.

  Senefru eyes flare with such delight. He inhales deeply, breathing in my scent, his eyes never leaving mine.

  "Jinny love, you were made for me. For my touch, my command, my kisses blistering you, making you writhe with need and want. Your body is made for incredible pleasure, it's so sensitive.

  You're incredibly beautiful when you scream out my name in your passion. Never before have I seen anything more beautiful."

  "I...is that....wrong, to be so loud and passionate?"

  "No love, it's as natural as can be. Making love is meant to be twice as passionate and exciting when you're with your destined mate. Love, your pleasure on this night has only just begun."

  His answer only makes me feel even more loved and cherished by him. I want him to be mine forever. That's the last thought I have as his mouth and tongue once again assault my senses. His hands weave a spell of love and worship upon my body that I fear I'll never get enough of.

  Only when I feel the head of his manhood slide gently between my soaked lips just a little do I tense up tighter than a drum.

  "Relax darling. There's only a brief moment of pain the first time. Then, I'll make it feel so much pleasure you won't be able to stand it, I promise. " I force myself to relax little by little with his gentle reassuring words.

  The moment my whole body relaxes, his fingers rub against my slick bud. My breath hitches again as my body begins to move against his hand. Only when I orgasm for the second time does he shove hard and fast past my virginal seal and doesn't stop until he's deeply seated within me.

  It's quite uncomfortable. I feel a twinge of pain it the feeling of completely fullness that has my body unconsciously trying to pull away from him.

  He instantly grabs my hips to hold me still and growls deeply, "No love. Don't move, just try to relax those muscles and let your body get used to the feeling of me inside of you. You're so damn tight and I want this to be perfect for you. If you move, I won't last another second."

  I try to relax and need more of my body to touch his. I slowly and gently wrap my legs around his hips which surprisingly helps me to relax a little.

  I love the exquisite feeling of his weight pushing me down into my soft bed.

  When he starts to pull out, I feel a slight twinge of pain again but, it's very brief, so brief, it's not worth mentioning.

  His rhythm stays slow and easy as I get used to him inside of me, down there. The incredible heat begins to build up in my body as he angles his body, brushing the base of his manhood gently against my bud. It causes my insides to shudder and ripple of their own accord.

  My whimpers quickly turn into panting of incredible pleasure as the wonder of our joining travels all through me. An inferno of pure wicked pleasure assaults every cell of my being.

  Before long, I feel my body building up for another orgasm but, it strangely feels vastly different this time.

  Further and further he pushes me toward the edge of that cliff and right into incredible bliss. I finally reach it and swear I see stars as I scream his name at the top of my lungs over and over again.

  He soon growls my name at the top of his while my body is still soaring, still seeing stars, waiting for him to meet me there.

  In each other's arms, we drift slowly back down together. We gaze into each other's half lidded eyes and smile. He brushes my sweat soaked hair back from my face, and kisses me tenderly and lovingly.

  "Are you alright love?"

  "Mm, I'm more than alright. That was....earth shattering, soul shattering even." I say as I stretch like a cat, hearing just how hoarse my voice is and feel my face and chest heating up one more.

  "Don't be embarrassed. It pleases me to bring you such incredible pleasure your first time. I
t only gets better and better from here on out, love. Now, you stay right here and let me take care of you" He smiles at me with tremendous love and adoration in his eyes. It takes my breath away.

  I hear the shower running as he comes back to me and carries me gently to the shower then, proceeds to gently wash my body all over. I do the same for him and before we know it, things get so heated up that we're reduced to mindless primal animals, mating as we're meant to.

  The moment he bit my neck after I forced him to let his inner demon take over, it surprisingly didn't hurt. It drove me madly insane instead. I could not hold myself back from scratching and biting him right back drawing his blood even as he drew mine. In essence, we made love as demons, both of us.

  Afterward, he gently dries me off, and hisses when he sees all the bite and scratch marks on my body, cursing himself.

  I laugh and calm him down. Then, I push him in front of my triple full length mirrors back in my bedroom and laugh at his look of shock.

  "I'm clearly not the only one sporting bite marks and scratches dear and I'm not sorry, not one bit. Now, let's go to bed."

  "You're sure I haven't hurt you?"

  "No hon. Actually, seeing them on both of us just turns me on again." I chuckle at his massive smirk of pleasure.

  Only briefly do I wonder why Shadow never showed up as I fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, safe within the embrace of my lovers arms.

  Chapter 7

  THE NEXT MORNING, I wake up early as always. Taking a second to watch my lover sleep so peacefully before I gently kiss his brow and sneak out of bed.

  I'll let him sleep until breakfast is done then bring it to him in bed. Oh no, that won't work as his friend Demonicus is coming over this morning!

  I quickly throw on a silk pajama top and matching shorts. Then set out a pair of men's brand new sweats that I purchased last year, to be prepared for a situation like this.

  I could stand and stare at his magnificent body all day but, I'm starving and know he will be too when he wakes up. So I sneak out of the room and down to the kitchen, turn on my favorite tunes, and start breakfast for three.

  I'm in the middle of my usual routine at breakfast time, dancing around my kitchen, head banging in time with the beat of Billy Idol's song, white wedding, letting my waist length long hair fly around, using the spatula as my microphone as I sing along, when I feel the burning sensation in my back between my shoulder blades again.

  Franklin had just let Demonicus in after he telepathically woke him up then teleported here. Franklin had already checked in on Jinny, watched her for a brief moment fondly then answered the door clad only in the new sweatpants Jinny had left out for him, understanding the significance.

  As he entered, Demonicus looked at Franklin with his eyebrows reaching for the top of his forehead.

  Before Demonicus could utter even one word, Franklin put his finger to his lips, "Quietly, follow me. I don't want to disturb her from her fun yet."

  His eyes are alight with so much love and happiness that Demonicus is taken aback, his eyes widening to saucers.

  Where did my grumpy and demanding father go? She must be one hell of a woman to change him overnight....Oh.

  He walked as silent as the wind behind Franklin, following him and the scent of something so mouth watering, he wanted to run, not walk.

  At the sight that greeted him, he felt confused watching father smiling with love of all things in his eyes at the currently insane looking mortal woman that resembles his long dead mother.

  I hear someone clearing their throat in what suspiciously sounds like it's covering up a laugh. Assuming it's Sen.... um, Franklin, I stop. Immediately overcome by the feeling of vertigo, I grab the countertop with my head down for a few moments, hair in disarray, while the room tilts back to normal and stops moving on me.

  I feel my chest and face heating up in embarrassment as I wish my skin was darker to hide my blushes more easily.

  "Hi honey, I was just...." I say as I flip my hair back over onto my shoulders, trailing off as I see another tall handsome man with jet black hair, and the build of a body builder staring at me with wide deep green eyes, mouth open, and his jaw hanging toward the floor.

  Good God, do demons come in any category other than hot as hell and mouth watering?

  I'm unable to hold back my own laughter at the look of sheer confusion and suspicion on the other man's face.

  "What in hellfire were you doing, while listening to that, that noise?" Demonicus asks.

  The question has me laughing even harder, bending over at the waist, my arms wrapped around my middle as the muscles spasm out of control. Yes, I can see the headlines now. Woman dies from laughter due to suspicious demon!

  "Demonicus that was very rude." Franklin admonishes the demon gently, before he too begins convulsing with laughter for no reason at all. Not aware that he's just heard my thoughts, projected loud and clear.

  I finally get my laughter under control, taking deep gasping breaths when I realize, I'm in front of a stranger clad in only my silk pajamas while I'm daydreaming about stripping my mate naked and doing him right there on the countertop. The non-hormonal part of me is trying to focus on the matter at hand.

  "Oh screw it, they're just demons after all. It's not like they're going to call the fashion police!" I mumble under my breath quietly as I move quickly behind the counter to dish up food. My mate's hearty laughter causes me to look up from what I'm doing. I give him a suspicious look. There's no way in hellfire he could have heard that, could he?

  "Oh love, yes I did hear that." He answers my thought and shocks the hell out of me once again.

  "Quit answering my thoughts Franklin!" I growl at him.

  "Was I sweetheart? The look your eyes and the particular piece of my anatomy they're focused on right now, tells me your thoughts are a little more dangerous." Franklin says and chuckles huskily. His eyes twinkle with merriment and promises of pleasure to come. I can't help but inhale sharply as my body floods with heat.

  I see an apology in Demonicus's face and instantly growl at him too.

  "Don't you dare apologize, Demonicus. It's completely alright. Believe me, my music has been called much, much worse." I chuckle a bit myself trying not to let the laughing fit overwhelm me once more. I decide to explain my situation to him, to help him to understand.

  "I like to listen to my favorite human music when I cook. It's comforting to me, and makes my home seem less lonely. I'm used to being here all alone. So, I dance around for fun and just let myself go. Does that make any sense?" My eyebrows raising in question as I await his answer.

  "Actually Miss Jinny, that does make a lot of sense. I'm sorry I called your music, noise. I know I need to learn these human ways if I'm ever to blend in and live like one."

  "You'll learn, it's just going to take some time son." Franklin says kindly.

  "Whoa! Hold onto your shorts boys. Franklin, what do you mean when you call Demonicus your son?" My voice squeaks, my eyes widen considerably as I try and wrap my head around the idea.

  "Sweetheart, let me introduce you to my adopted son, Demonicus. Demonicus, this is Jinny. My mate has come back to me."

  "Your wha..." Demonicus narrowly focuses his eyes on me intently and silently for a few moments. While subject to that stare, I finally know what it's like for that speck of blood being scrutinized under a microscope.

  She looks like mother. Just like mother. It is possible? Is it really her, and does she even know?

  My eyes widen and my mouth falls open. I try to quickly cover it by turning away to set the plates of food on the table with incredibly shaky hands. I can't handle being stared at any longer and feel like I'm losing it. I swear to God, I just heard Demonicus's thoughts. What mother is he speaking of? Why can't I hear Franklin's thoughts? What the hell is happening to me, what am I becoming?

  It's all just too much at the moment as I feel my mind begin to shatter. I'm suddenly terrified as well as confused. My breathing hit
ches in my chest at the same time I'm try so hard to remain calm but, my mind is not having any of that nonsense.

  Finally, I turn and focus on Franklin whose looking out the window above the sink. His head whips toward me with incredible force. So much so that his head whips towards me with such force that his neck should be broken right now.

  I see complete shock and wonder rise up in his eyes. It terrifies me even more. I have this irrational belief that he really can hear my thoughts.

  Heloise could never do that! Not even in Hell.... Franklin's heart races in his chest as he stares at Jinny. Her happy face quickly turns into a terrified one. She looks like a frightened rabbit ready to escape from the big bad predators. Her beautiful rare lavender eyes focus intensely on the sliding doors.

  Jinny is preparing to flee to the safety of her sanctuary, her outdoor garden maze. It's written all over her face. Her mind is about to break, it's been too much too quickly for her to handle and he should have seen it sooner.

  The urge to run like a maddened wolf takes over as the room begins to close in tighter and tighter all around me. It becoming harder and harder to draw a breath.

  I feel all of my senses going on full alert. My heart races a marathon in my chest even as it leaves me far behind in its dust.

  Leaving the plates of food on the table where I set them, I breathlessly say, "Eat up guys, I'll be right back." I quickly turn like a mad woman toward my open sliding patio doors.

  I make the mistake of glancing over my shoulder when I hear a noise behind me that makes me jump a mile. Franklin is approaching me cautiously with his arms wide open.

  He's trying to trap you! Run as fast and as far as you can. Now girl! My mind screams.

  Before I make the conscious decision to move, my legs are carrying me at a dizzying speed out the doors as if a crazed murderer is after me.

  I run for my large maze and the sanctuary of my garden overlooking the city skyline at its end.

  My feet are running in quicksand again, my brain flashes back to the beginning of the week when I ran from him then too. It only causes my heart to race even faster. I feel sweaty and weak yet push myself with renewed vigor as the insane urge to fight for my life overcomes me.