*Hey, everyone. Its FINALLY time for Chapter 5! Sooo sorry it took so long but this is like the longest chapter I've written so far. Its also my first time writing a sex scene so I honestly hope I lived up to your expectations. Ciao, CoCo*
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He pushed her against the wall and held both of her hands up with only one of his. Raising the fitted t-shirt up her body he slid his hands along her tight, smooth flesh. Even in the semi-dark, the contrast in their flesh tones illuminated.
Bianca heaved with temptation as David pushed his rock hard body against hers. He was angry for some reason, his usual grey marbles were pure white; silver twinkles erupted right before he pulled back to slid the now useless piece of clothing off her.
"Gabby," she tried to plead but he silenced her with a rough kiss. His tongue slid between her teeth and she willingly sucked on it. He stole her voice while his pearly whites bit down on those full lips. A triumphant smile took him by surprise as she groaned into his mouth. "The little vixen was enjoying it", David thought. He pulled back, then bit down on her dark bosom and sucked until finally her erect nipple slid into his mouth.
A shiver rolled down her spine as his hot breath, rough touch and need for more of her became evident. With one final tug, half of her heaving bosom popped out of the cotton bra.
He popped the button on her jeans, unzipped, then pulled them down in one swift move. David then, leaned forward and attached his lips to her soft neck. As he devoured her sweet skin, his hand slid down her pants. She whimpered as he toyed with her little button.
"Ahhh Gabby," she cooed in his ear.
He trailed kisses from her collarbone to her ear, while his middle finger probed her hot cunt. David felt her clitoris stiffen with excitement. He was getting to her.
"Bloody hell, you're tight," he commented while nibbling on her earlobe; he was gonna tease her until she exploded. "And you're so wet, Bee," he menacingly stated. She gasped and David rubbed faster.
"Fuck Gabby!" she wheezed, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the wall. She could barely breathe.
"Not yet, darling. Not until you come for me," he growled.
Her breathing became more shallow as a force made her body climb higher and higher. He kissed the side of her neck softly. Her entire body felt hot as she bucked against him. He eased off her clit and heard a series of swears escape her lips. Applying more pressure, he teased her again.
"Are you gonna come for me, Bianca?"
Her eyes shot open and her movement slowed. David's eyes glowed with lust as his finger hit a wall. His mouth drooped into an 'O' as a devilish smile formed.
"You never seem to surprise me, my sweet," he teased her. "Is it mine to break?"
She nodded in a fury, "Yes," squeaked out.
He stretched her lips and rubbed his knuckle up and down her sensitive love button.
"Are you sure?"
She could feel her orgasm nearing, "Yes, Gabby. Fuck! Yes!"
She leaned forward and tried to kiss him.
"No, only good girls get to kiss," he chastised. "Will you be a good girl from now on, Bee?"
"Yes," she submitted, effortlessly.
David smiled into her neck. His tongue tickled her spot and with no warning, he bit down.
"Ahhhh!" she screamed as her orgasm spilled into his hand. He felt her pelvic muscles tighten as they squeezed his finger upon her release. He held onto her waist as her body weakened from the intensity of the orgasm. She tried to lean into him but he pulled away.
His finger slipped out of her warm hole and he let her delicate wrists go; she fell to the ground.
Bianca tried to catch her breath, "Gabby?" She mumbled like a zombie, then looked up.
He stared ahead as a mist engulfed the room. Bianca cried out his name again but he just seemed to ignore her.
The sweet smell of her love dangled from his hand. She tried to stand but her legs were like noodles, "Gabby, please," she cried out. "Answer me!"
She crawled towards him and to her surprise he slowly backed away. The mist was taking him. Changing him. His alabaster skin glowed brighter as the silver in his hair turned white.
"No! Don't go!" she screamed. Tears tainted her sweaty cheeks.
He looked down at her and a smile so evil it made her shiver spread across his face. His eyes turned a menacing shade of blue and flickered like burning coals. It wasn't David. The figure dropped to his knees and peered through her as if she was a wounded animal.
Those eyes. It was him.
"You!" she hoarsely accused. The changed figure flipped her on her back and straddled her waist. His heavy weight bore down on her fragile figure.
"Get off!" she yelled at him. He held her down with ease and unzipped his pants.
At that moment she felt so weak and vulnerable. His hypnotic eyes willed her not to move as he eased his pants down and then, parted her thighs. Bianca felt him line his mandhood up to her opening, and with sheer willpower she broke their gaze and looked down.
Fear encased her big brown eyes as the thickness of his cock made her involuntarily wince. His purple mushroom tip stretched so far over her lips, she was sure he wouldn't fit. He was a solid 8 inches long but as thick as a coke can. She tried to close her legs but the figure grabbed her by the throat and lifted her upper body from the floor. With his other hand wrapped around her waist, he brought her face to him. Those eyes held her in place long enough for the strange figure to position her over his furiously throbbing cock. Bianca could see the trace of an evil smirk appear upon those blood orange lips before he parted them and damned her.
'You're mine," he maliciously taunted before impaling her delicate, sensitive body on his rod.
She screamed at the top of her lungs as an unbearable pain ripped through her body. His arrogant, despicable smirk and bone chilling, icy blue eyes were the last things she remembered seeing before being shattered into a million pieces.
Her mind went blank as she felt mind numbing pain and then nothing. Her body was trapped in a prison. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and found herself falling from some great height. A streak of thunder ripped through the night sky as she was helpless to fight her demise. She felt her emotions leave her as her body landed with a heavy thud and her eyes closed.
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Bianca shot upright and clutched her chest. The sheets were drenched in her sweat and she felt tears prick the inside of her eyes.
"What...the...hell?!" she mumbled, wiping the tears away.
It was the most intense, lucid dream she ever had. Everything felt so real. Her neck still burned with what felt like David's kisses. Her mind raced to find an explanation as details of the dream slowly disappeared. She couldn't forget the look of those horrible blue eyes compelling her. She had seen them somewhere before. But where?
She looked over at the figure next to her, his sleeping disposition gave her strength. Bianca reached out and rubbed his arm. She turned around and looked out the window. The sun was getting ready to rise and she knew. Somehow, she knew that David would come looking for her soon. And she would be ready.
"I just hope you're ready too," she whispered climbing back under the covers. She cuddled up next to her bedmate as sleep slowly claimed her.
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***Sunday Morning***
"Be sensible about this."
"Sensible? I made myself perfectly clear. I'm going," David slipped into his favorite car: a copper Aston Martin Vanquish. It was one of those cars you're afraid to breathe on unless you're rich enough to own two. Right up his alley.
"You're being abrasive," Marc warned.
"You've known me for thirty years. Why do you sound so surprised?" David turned the key in the ignition.
"At least let me or Hans go with you," Marc tried to reason.
"No," David rolled the tinted window up. He sharply backed out, turned and raced down the driveway and out of the estate.
Who did she think she was, keeping him waiting? He was a patient man but she was really trying it. First, she ignored him for weeks, then when they finally got a chance to see each other, he had to drag a date out of her. Now, she wouldn't pick up her phone.
He pulled onto the expressway and sunk back onto the high standard leather.
"I won't take 'no' for an answer."
He waited for the launch control message to appear in the trip computer, released the brake pedal and then let the Vanquish do its thing. Yes, this was indeed his favorite toy.
He turned onto the 57A exit and slowed his pace.
Lost in the prospect of seeing his beauty, he never noticed the changing neighborhoods. The rich, affluent community he was used to quickly faded as he rolled into an impoverished area.
Desolate businesses, abandoned houses and gangs standing on the street corner. He began to wonder how someone as straight laced and delicate as his bumblebee could've survived this; he passed a few more houses before the GPS advised him to turn down a block. Unlike the other parts of the neighborhood it was more sustainable and recognizably more lively.
He pulled up in front of a house and saw her sitting on the steps of the front porch. A little boy sat in between her legs as she tickled him.
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"Ew momma Bee," the hazel eyed boy laughed.
She planted kisses on his temple and laughed along with him until a warmness flooded her cheeks. Her breathing slowed. Heart raced. She looked up, and like clockwork there he was. If her skin wasn't so dark she would've turned crimson.
"What's wrong, momma Bee?" Looking down she saw a confused look on his face.
"Nothing, baby."
"Who's that?" he pointed to David.
Bianca looked back up to an expectant David. She never got tired of seeing his professional attire in less than professional times. Her eyes trailed down to creased black slacks that hugged yet hid his bulge and black loafers. He leaned against the Aston Martin, his forefinger grazed that bottom lip. His eyes were soft. Waiting.
"You wanna meet him?"
The little boy hesitated then saw her smile. He smiled back and nodded. They got up and descended the stairs.
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She approached him. His lovely Bee. Her flowing curls were still gone. She looked so domestic as her neatly braided hair swung with each step. She was wearing those jeans again. The curve of her hips as she switched towards him caused a little gasp to escape.
Her soft 'Columbia College' sweatshirt matched his cloudy eyes as she and the carmel skinned little boy who clung to her leg stopped about 5 feet away.
He took one step and filled the space.
They stared. Dark eyes to thin lips. Grey eyes to dark skin.
"Morning Gabby," she spoke first.
