Cupid slipped his hands under her dress, dragging them against her skin and making heat burn at Rose’s cheeks.

  He hooked his fingers on each side of her panties and in a quick move, tore them away from her.

  “I liked them, you asshole,” Rose muttered under her breath.

  He looked at her with dark intent, and from his eyes only, Rose knew that he didn’t care. He would do it again anyway. Again? Why the fuck did Rose think about an again?

  Still on his knees, he parted her dress and watched her pussy with need and hunger in his eyes.

  Rose didn’t know what to do with her hands except to lay them against the wall. It was as if she could feel that she was about to need the support.

  Rose felt his fingers grazing her clit, and then dip slightly inside her wet pussy. But he didn’t tease her, nor he kept stroking, instead, he pulled on the link of the egg and got it out of her. He looked at it with wonder and pride before standing again. He held the egg between his index and his thumb, just in front of her.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  She shouldn’t do it, Rose knew, but his single word compelled her, entranced her and she complied.

  “Now lick, Sunshine. I want you to know what you taste. I want you to know what will be on my tongue in a few seconds.” The egg still between his fingers, he slipped his other hand under her dress and stroked her pussy again, sliding two fingers inside and pumping, once, twice, thrice and then he removed them and at the same time she started to suck the egg, he licked his fingers, his eyes fixed on hers.

  It felt decadent, it tasted sinful and made her feel like lust itself.

  “Enough,” he told her once he had licked clean his fingers. He removed the egg from her mouth and put it in his pocket, and then, his lips crashed again against hers.

  The kiss was savage and wild, it was a battle, it was war, but it was sex and lust too, her taste mixing within their mouths and fading with her moans.

  Once again, Cupid dropped to his knees. He grabbed her left knee and put it over his shoulders. It was trapped between his body and his wing, his feathers caressing her skin unconsciously.

  He looked at her from his spot on the ground, eyes still fixed on her, and dived. There couldn’t be any other word. He dived.

  And Rose dived with him.

  Against her lips, it had been a battle, but now, with her pussy, it was completely different. He ate her out as if his life depended on it; as if he couldn’t live without her pussy; as if he could die if he couldn’t have her.

  It wasn’t soft by any means, it had tongue and lips but also teeth and when he added his fingers to the mix, it became unbearably sinful.

  Then it hit Rose.

  She was about to come in Cupid’s mouth in the middle of a desert corridor, in a house where she knew no one and where anyone could appear without their notice, and she absolutely didn’t care.

  No, worse, she was thoroughly loving it.

  Her legs buckled, and her orgasm started to hit her. It was nothing like what she had experienced so far. It started low and grew in intensity the fastest his tongue worked her. It felt as if there was no limit to what he was inflicting on her. She fell forward and grabbed the base of his wings for support.

  “God,” Rose heard Cupid say with a string of curses that she couldn’t understand with his tongue still plunged inside her pussy and working in tandem with his fingers.

  Oh… so his wings were… sensitive!

  If she was about to lose her mind – and she was pretty sure it was the case – she might as well make him too.

  However, she hadn’t stroked his wings more than twice when her orgasm reached her peak, her mind blacked out and she could only hold on for dear life – and hold his wings – while he made her see stars.

  Maybe this was Heaven, even if it felt as if it was brought to Rose by the devil himself.

  Chapter 17

  When the heroine might have gotten a taste and wants more

  Rose couldn’t breathe, her heart felt as if it was about to explode and her mind, about to collapse. It was how good it had been, how good it still felt.

  Rose was boneless and she wasn’t even sure she could walk, but as soon as Cupid removed his fingers, she felt empty.

  He stood again, pressing his hardon against her stomach, and watched her with simmering desire. He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking each one of them, one by one.

  Index.

  Rose licked her lips.

  Middle finger.

  Rose’s pussy clenched around nothing.

  Ring finger.

  Rose hadn’t released Cupid’s wings. She forcefully brought him to her and slammed her lips against his.

  She was panting and it felt as if her moans bounced against the walls of the corridor.

  Cupid finally moved his head back, leaving only an inch between their mouth and speaking in hushed tones.

  “Sunshine, if you don’t release my wings right now, I will take you right here right now and it won’t be pretty,” Cupid said in a rough voice.

  “Since when do we do “pretty”?” Rose asked in a cheerful voice. And she realized… she was teasing him.

  What the fuck was wrong with her?

  One orgasm – okay, maybe two – and she was already begging for more.

  Could she still hate the man and love his orgasm?

  It was kinda fucked but in this instant, she wasn’t sure it was important.

  “You’re right,” Cupid said.

  Rose hadn’t expected him to agree with her, especially so quickly, she had expected even less the speed with which he unzipped his pants, released his cock, and as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her against the wall, drove his cock inside of her.

  She cried out a moan that she was sure anyone in the vicinity heard.

  Cupid pumped in and out, viciously, showing how much he wanted this and how much he loathed it all in powerful thrusts.

  Rose was getting frantic, her hips rolling under the onslaught of Cupid’s cock, her moans getting louder as he kept postponing inside of her.

  He was big, so fucking big, and she was lucky she had two orgasms before he had decided to spear her on his cock, because now, the pleasure was bordering on pain.

  And Rose loved it. She had never known that she needed a little pain with her pleasure, but Cupid was making her discover new things every day.

  “This won’t do,” he growled in her ear, “people are going to hear you.” He withdrew his cock and slid only the tip of it inside of her.

  “I thought you wanted me to scream your name?” Rose quirked back as she felt him release her left thigh and retrieve something in his pocket.

  “Open.”

  There was no doubt about what Cupid wanted, and Rose was too far gone to refuse him. She opened her mouth and realized what he shoved in her mouth when it came in contact with her tongue.

  Her panties. Her completely soaked and torn panties.

  She didn’t have the time to get mad though, once he had stuck them in her mouth, he drove his cock back inside of her pussy and relentlessly pumped, his hold on her thighs, tight and bruising.

  “Look how you take me so well, Sunshine. Your sweet cunt has been begging for me all night. Feel how good my cock is inside of you.”

  Rose couldn’t answer, he had made sure of this, but his dirty words triggered something inside of her. He wanted this to feel dirty, he needed it, but also he wanted to stay in control above it all.

  And Rose would have none of this. She had lost control, and let him possess her body like no other before. If she was going to fall, she wouldn’t do it on her own.

  From above his shoulders, she started to rub at the edges of his wings, sliding up and down the ridge that was devoid of feathers. It felt leathery and emboldened by the fact it seemed to send shudders through him, she tightened her hold and kept pumping the edge of his wings the same way he was pumping inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.

  “Come for me, Sunshine,” Cupid demanded.

  Rose had no idea how this bastard could know she was so close, but the pace imposed by his thrust and his words seem to be her undoing.

  Rose came so hard that she started to see stars behind her eyelids. She got lost in the feeling and held onto his wings, or else she could fall from the high of her orgasm. This — Rose gripping his wings with all of her strength — seemed to be his undoing and in a loud grunt, he released spurts and spurts of cum inside of her, shuddering at the strength of his own orgasm.

  But he didn’t release her, still seated on his cock, he carried her away from the corridor to a door that led them outside.

  “Hold onto my shoulders,” he told her as he finally released his cock from her pussy, the mix of them dripping on her thighs, and the cold winter sending shivers through Rose’s pussy. He didn’t remove his hands from her thighs though, his grip burning through her skin, and Rose realized why he held onto her so tightly too late.

  In a powerful jump, and with wind slapping her face, Cupid propelled them to the sky and through the night.

  Chapter 18

  When the heroine gets back to reality

  By the time they reached Cupid’s club and landed on the roof, Rose was frozen to death. Her skin had permanent goosebumps etched on top of it and her shattering teeth couldn’t be stopped. Rose was almost sure that no one could hear anything but the sound of her teeth crashing against each other in the silence of the night. Well, since Cupid had stopped flying. Because she hadn’t expected them to be so loud. When he had glided before landing it had been silent, but before that on their way to the club, it had been louder than music at a club.

  Cupid tucked her under his wings to keep her warm and brought her down to a room she hadn’t seen any of the times she had visited the club. The movement was so soft and intimate that Rose didn’t know what to make of it.

  The room he brought her in had black walls and low lights, and except for the huge king-size bed occupying the middle of it, there was no furniture. It looked lush and decadent with its red silk bed sheets.

  On the far side of the wall on the left, were things that Rose recognized from her first night in Cupid’s clutches. The ropes. There were dozens of them aligned in a multitude of colors and thicknesses.

  Wait, her first night in Cupid’s clutches? It only had been the day before, why did she feel like it had been ages ago already? Why did she feel like she knew Cupid for a long time now?

  Her brain was so messed up and it wasn’t about to get better.

  She had stopped shaking up because of the cold, the bedroom they had entered was warm and Rose managed to relax again. It also helped that Cupid’s wings blanketed her and acted like a shield against any chill. It was a shame he had actually needed them for the trip here, she would have enjoyed the trip even more in their warm embrace.

  Stop.

  She needed to stop thinking like this.

  Violent sex was okay because it meant they would get back to hating each other after everything without too much trouble. Rose could do violent. She could do carnal and savage.

  But if Cupid didn’t stop right fucking now, she was going to lose her shit.

  She could not cuddle with Cupid. It was out of the equation. She wouldn’t let it happen.

  And yet.

  Wasn’t it what she had been doing for the past five minutes? Maybe it had been more than five minutes though, she had lost track of time since she had entered that damn corridor in the mayor’s house and hadn’t really gotten back on earth after two, no, three orgasms in Cupid’s care.

  Rose needed to get away. How?

  Not leaving her any choice, Cupid threw her on his bed.

  His smile turned feral, and Rose recognized the man she had fought against again.

  If this was to happen all night long, she needed to know and feel like everything would be back to normal once it was over.

  She needed to be sure that she could hate Cupid again after everything.

  She needed it because right in this instant, she wasn’t really sure she still hated him.

  Rose raised herself on her elbows on the bed and gazed at the expense of muscles rippling under Cupid’s shirt. His pants’ zipper was still down from their time in the corridor and Rose found herself thinking that this fact was utterly sexy.

  In quick moves, Cupid made his shirt disappear and Rose realized there were slits at the back of it, then it was the pants’ turn and Cupid was suddenly all naked for her.

  Rose shouldn’t be surprised that Cupid was the commando kind of guy, he had been thoroughly enjoying the freedom given by the flight on their way back here. He ought to want freedom in other aspects of his life, namely his cock’s freedom.

  Rose laid there, on Cupid’s bed, ogling the man she was supposed to hate when all she felt was a desire for more.

  She would try to explain to herself why in the morning… or maybe she wouldn’t. Denial my friend.

  She was still clothed but the way he looked at her made her feel like her clothes had disintegrated with a single of his looks.

  Or maybe it was because in his haste he had thrown her on the bed and her dress had fallen open in such a mess and her pussy was bare for Cupid to see.

  “I should tie you like this on my bed,” Cupid whispered. His voice was full of wonders. The kind of wonders no one dared to dream in daylight, but wonders all the same.

  Rose wasn’t sure what to think of this statement. Sex with Cupid had been more than satisfying, he had proven that already, and she had enjoyed her time tied up to his ceiling — even if she would never tell him so — but mixing the two of them felt… like surrendering.

  And she had surrendered already too much to the man. She couldn’t give up more.

  Her thoughts started to twirl in her mind and if Cupid hadn’t prowled over her right then, Rose would have probably started to panic.

  “I said I should I never said I would just now,” Cupid whispered in her ear.

  Oh, so, she had actually started to panic and it had shown. It was the only way Cupid would have thought to add this last tidbit.

  Or was he trying to reassure her? Oh, odd… and unsettling.

  “Not today.”

  In these two words, Rose could read the promise he was giving to her. He didn’t plan to tie her today — and fuck her like this — but there would be a day when he would do exactly that. It sounded final as if he already knew it would happen, and that she would agree. He also seemed to think she would enjoy every single second of it.

  Rose found herself getting wet and heat grazing her cheeks.

  Her mind might not be on board with the idea —yet — but her body had no qualms about it. It was even eager for it.

  Cupid pressed himself against her, and by reflex, Rose’s thighs opened a bit more to give Cupid’s hips enough room to settle between them.

  His hard cock came against her pussy and he started to move his hips against her, his intent clear.

  Rose turned her head to the side. This was too slow, too sensual, too intimate. She should make it stop.

  Cupid grabbed her chin and forced her to face him again.

  “Look at me, Sunshine. Look at us.” As if you punctuate what he had just said he plunged his cocky inside of her.

  Oh god.

  It felt so good and so hard. And somehow it felt bigger too. She hadn’t gotten two orgasms before to get her ready this time after all. It ought to feel more.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” Cupid growled, tipping his head to the ceiling in what looked like a plea to his own body not to come too fast.

  Rose started to move under him. She reveled in the idea that somehow she could make him lose his mind too.

  “Look at me, Stu. Isn’t that what you asked of me?” She teased.

  Cupid gritted his teeth and slowly he tipped his face down. Rose could read every feeling etched on it. Pleasure, pain, fury.

  With a wicked smile, she started to move her hips faster, her hands gripping his butt cheeks in rhythm with each thrust.

  Lost in the feeling of her, Cupid finally moved and the pace he started to put her through was punishing, and oh, so sweet.

  But Rose could see how much it cost Cupid, his face a window on all his emotions, and all she could see on it, raw pain.

  Still pumping in and out, he slipped his hand between the two of them and started to rub at her clit. The circles he tried to make on her skin were erratic but in seconds Rose still felt herself clench around him, her body preparing for the orgasm to come.

  “Come for me, Sunshine,” Cupid demanded before she felt him spend himself inside of her in a loud roar.

  He didn’t stop pumping though, and the next thrust tipped Rose over the edge and made her orgasm so hard that she left deep gouges on Cupid’s butt.

  He released his cock, and cum dripped onto the red silk sheets.

  Rose was breathing hard but still found a way to speak between each pant, alarms ringing in her head at what had happened.

  “We didn’t use a condom.”

  “I’m clean, I can’t get sick,” Cupid answered as if she should have known.

  Yeah shit. At least that was one problem she wouldn’t have to think about.

  “Where’s the bathroom?” Rose asked him before turning her face to him.

  She was greeted by a softly snoring Cupid.

  Well, it was time to go back home.

  And to make a stop at the pharmacy for a morning-after pill.

  Chapter 19

  When the heroine has a stalker

  Rose had been stupid. Too caught up in the moment she hadn’t even thought about the fact that they hadn’t used a condom. It hadn’t reached the recess of her mind until she was laying, spent, on his bed.

  Why on earth would she have thought about it though? She had stayed faithful to the same guy for four years and had always been on the pill at that time. It had been ages since she hadn’t used a condom.

 

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