DARK SEDUCTION {EROTICA SHORT STORIES}

ANASTASIA’S POV

His hands were almost gentle, as he pushed my knees apart again bit by bit until I was open for him, trembling, wet, and aching so badly it hurt.

And the way he looked at me, so hungry and unrelenting made the shame burn hotter than the pleasure.

His breath ghosted over me, hot and maddening, and every nerve in my body screamed with anticipation.

“Look at you,” Isaac murmured, dragging a finger along the slick heat between my thighs. I jolted at the touch, my lips parting on a gasp. His eyes lifted briefly, catching mine before returning to the place that had me shivering with both fear and need.

Then his mouth was on me.

The first stroke of his tongue made my hips jerk and a strangled moan tore from my throat. My fingers shot to the sheets, clutching tight but the fire only spread when he sucked hard and his tongue circled and flicked until I was trembling under him.

“Oh! God, Isaac!” I cried, arching helplessly as his hands held me down.

He chuckled at me. The vibration shot through my core and then he licked deeper and slower, savoring every reaction I couldn’t hold back. 

“Stay open,” he ordered, his voice was rough between licks and his fingers pushing my thighs wider. “Good girl.”

The words sent me spiraling. His tongue moved faster until I was panting and my back bowing off the bed with my body chasing every flick of his and every ruthless pull of his mouth. I didn’t care if I broke. I only wanted more.

And when his eyes finally lifted, locking with mine as his tongue flicked over me again, I thought I might shatter completely.

I was already so close, my body wound so tight it felt like a single touch more would send me spiraling over the edge. My thighs trembled and my chest heaved. Every moan that broke from me only seemed to amuse him.

“Isaac. Please!” My voice cracked on the word.

But instead of giving me relief, he pulled back, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking once more before leaving me empty. A whimper escaped me at the loss.

He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes lingered between my legs. “Not yet, Snow. You don’t get to come until I say so.”

The command hit me harder than his mouth had. My body burned, aching with denial, but the way he looked at me as if I belonged to him in that moment had me trembling for more.

Then, agonizingly, he kissed the inside of my thigh, then the other, his hands keeping me spread. His mouth came close, so close that I could feel his breath again, but he only pressed one light kiss against my swollen skin and pulled back just enough to watch me writhe.

“You’re soaked. Is it for me, snow?” he murmured with dark satisfaction dripping from his tone. 

My hands dug into his hair, frustration and need tangling until I thought I’d explode and all I could manage was a whispered and broken, “Yes.”

And when he chuckled low in his throat, I knew he wasn’t anywhere near finished with me. I was glad.

I thought he would leave me on fire forever, but then without warning his mouth was back on me.

I gasped as his tongue dragged through my folds and circled me. He licked me slowly at first, savoring until I was a quivering mess beneath him. Then he pressed harder and faster, his tongue flicking mercilessly while his lips sealed around me in a pull so intense it ripped a cry from my chest.

“Isaac! oh, God!” I writhed against his hold but his hands were firm, pinning my hips down and forcing me to take every stroke of his mouth. He groaned into me, low and hungry, as if my taste was his undoing, and the vibration made me shudder all over.

He broke away just long enough to breathe against me. “Keep your legs open for me, Snow. Don’t you dare close them.”

Then his tongue slid inside me deep and thrusting before retreating to circle my clit again. The switch made me scream and my body arching in ways I couldn’t control.

I was wet, aching and lost with every lick, every suck winding me tighter, until I felt like I was unraveling in his mouth.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I cried, grabbing his hair and riding on his tongue.

His eyes flicked up catching mine, and he smirked against me before sucking harder, his tongue working in ruthless rhythm. The world tilted and fucking blurred, and I could only moan his name over and over and as pleasure crashed through me like waves threatening to drown.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Every flick of his tongue and every ruthless pull of his mouth was driving me higher until my body felt like it was going to snap.

“Isaac. Please. I can’t.” The words broke apart, choked with sobs of pleasure.

He didn’t stop. He only sucked harder, his tongue circling me perfectly, dragging me over the edge whether I wanted it or not. His grip tightened on my thighs, holding me wide, holding me still and forcing me to open as my body shattered in his mouth.

"Oh. Oh! Oh. Shit!" I groaned hard.

The orgasm ripped through me. My back arched off the bed with my cries filling the room. I felt my legs tremble uncontrollably as waves of heat rolled through me. 

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think and all I could feel was him devouring every last tremor and drinking down every pulse of my release as if he owned it. I rolled my hips, riding with my pleasure and the flicker of his tongue.

When the rush finally broke, I collapsed against the sheets with my chest heaving and skin slick with sweat. My body still twitched with aftershocks, but Isaac stared so interestingly. 

He lifted his head slowly. Oh, his mouth was glistening with me. Then, his tongue flicked once across his lips as his eyes burned into mine. That triumphant smirk curved his mouth.

“Tastes even better than I imagined, Snow.”

The shame hit me almost as hard as the pleasure had, but underneath it was the terrifying truth. I wanted more of him. 

I tried to push myself up to hold him still trembling from the aftermath but before I could rise. Isaac pressed me back down, his weight pinning me to the mattress. His mouth crushed mine deep and the taste hit me instantly. It was me.

“Taste yourself,” he growled against my lips, forcing the kiss deeper. My eyes flew wide as shame and heat collided, but I couldn’t stop. 

The salt-sweet flavor lingered between our tongues until I was dizzy with it.

When he finally tore his mouth from mine, he was breathing hard, chest heaving. His eyes burned as he looked down at me, and his words rumbled like a threat. “I’m dying to know how that sweet pussy feels.”

I froze, my heart hammering as he shifted back onto his knees at the foot of the bed. 

He stayed there for a moment. while his fingers slid to his belt. The metallic sound of it coming undone echoed louder than my pulse.

My breath caught as his hands moved lower, to the waistband of his pants. He paused just long enough to look at me and that wicked smirk curving his mouth when he caught the startled, wide-eyed fear on my face.

“Never had a cock before?” he asked softly, almost mockingly, leaning close enough that the heat of his words brushed my skin. His eyes glinted with dark amusement as he whispered, “You look frightened.”

God help me I was. But the ache was worse.

My throat was dry, my pulse frantic as his fingers worked at the button of his pants, sliding the zipper down. The sound made me shiver and every second dragged out like a lifetime.

Then he pushed the trouser down, freeing himself.

My breath caught hard as I saw him. Thick, long, heavy as his hand wrapped around him. The sight alone made my stomach twist. He stroked himself once so lazily with his eyes never leaving mine, as if watching every flicker of shock across my face aroused him even more.

I swallowed, unable to look away. He was big. The thought of him inside me made my thighs tense.

Isaac’s smirk deepened. “So fucking innocent, huh?” he murmured, sliding his thumb over the tip before releasing himself.

Shame and anticipation collided until I didn’t know if I wanted to run or beg him to keep going, but I knew one thing for sure. I needed to feel him. Maybe once?