HYBRID GROSS 11

gross

- Thanks. I will not disappoint you. - I thank you and open a smile, feeling an unusual happiness inside me.

I end up not caring or embarrassing myself in showing such contentment with your permission.

She just looks at me with rosy cheeks and blue eyes that are darker, I thought I couldn't make out other types of stares because I've never been looked at anything other than anger, but what I see in blue perfection now seems like that she wants me. This is what a longing look should look like.

I can smell your arousal and it drives me crazy, no smell has ever felt so good. I know she wants me, she allowed it, but I know she's afraid and as a mission I've taken, I'll make that female never feel afraid again.

I slide my hand inside her jeans and move my thumb lower and slowly caress her swollen little mound of nerves. I run my finger across her opening and stifling a growl at the wetness I've caused, I slide my finger up again, smearing the evidence of her arousal across the sensitive spot.

Victoria throws her head back with a moan, her expression not only one of pleasure but also one of surprise, and I know it's knowing how incredibly wonderful it feels to be touched with affection.

"There will never be pain in my touch." Just pure pleasure. I whisper feeling a new sensation burn in my chest.

I don't know what it means but I'm sure it's something related to my possessive instinct.

- I'm seeing. she murmurs shyly. And bites her lip — Or rather, feeling.

His hips move towards me, silent permission for me to continue. I move my thumb across her clit and she moans, her eyes closed with one hand gripping the bed sheet.

—Oh, Gross! The name she gave me passes her lips. And if at first I didn't like it, now I'm sure that's what I'll call myself.

I run my index finger into her wet opening and very slowly push one finger inside, it's so tight my finger feels a little squeezed. The female squints her eyes and moans.

Her scent overwhelms my senses making me a little wilder and more aggressive about sharing sex than I've ever felt before. But I control myself and focus only on Victoria's pleasure, that's what I'm touching her for, even though my body burns with pleasure just touching her.

I withdraw my finger for a few seconds just to gently pull the pants off her body, I look at Victoria and she has her eyes closed, allowing me to do this, I feel possessive in so many ways I don't know how to explain the feeling.

Leaving her free of the pants, I lower myself between her thighs and remove her panties, I feel a slight twinge in my rib wound but nothing that prevents me from ignoring it. I breathe in the wonderful smell and I want to growl, but I don't, I don't want to startle her.

I move closer and press my lips over her little bundle of nerves, eager to taste it in my mouth. Victoria grips the headboard as I suck and thrust a finger inside her again.

- Oh God! It's so…” she moans, looking like she's trying to contain herself but her hips move towards me causing my finger to go deeper, “So good and wonderful and…” Her moans get louder and then she cries out as she climaxes. .

Her body shudders in spasms of pleasure as her sodden walls squeeze my finger tighter. His unique scent and taste overwhelm my senses, making something strong and painful inside me.

The image of Victoria this way causes so many possessive thoughts to dominate my mind, all my instincts grip me in full force, to protect, to keep, to ward off every other male touch that might get to her.

My insides scream my female, but because of her traumas I know she will never want a male in her life, let alone a rough and damaged hybrid male. Still, I want to claim her, rip the rest of her clothes off until there's nothing between our bodies.

Seconds pass and I can only keep looking at the female, my heart pounding knowing I will never see another image as perfect as this one again.

victoria

The first thing I become aware of is my rapid breathing, I don't know how much time has passed but I suppose not much, I let out a soft moan as he slowly removes his finger from me.

There was no pain, just pure pleasure, as he promised me.

I force my eyes open and find a pair of stark blue eyes staring at me looking impressed, I don't know, amazed? I can't tell it apart, but it's clearly a good thing.

He rises to his feet, backing away as he turns his back to me. I hear him growl words I don't understand, he speaks too low for me to hear.

I can't take my eyes off him though when he backs up further, stops and turns around, looking back at me with that same gaze.

I look down at his body and even though I already found it impressive in an inactive state when I cleaned it, what I see now is even more impressive marking his pants.

- I hurt you? he finally asks.

- Not at all. — I confess feeling a lump form in my throat when I risk even considering asking him to continue and go to the end.

- That's great. That's not all I have to show you, but I believe I've managed to make you feel that pleasure can exist. I won't try anything else. For a while. His voice is husky and sends good shivers through my body.

An anxiety builds in me to experience what else he will try to do to me, and as I continue to roam my gaze over his body, stopping at his full lips, it's as if I can feel him still in me, touching my flesh, kissing my lips. my lips and that's enough to make my body hot with desire again.

“Now that I've felt it, I don't know if I want you to stop trying. I bite my lip, again surprised at my boldness.

But I feel that with him I can. He touched me like no one else ever did, he made me feel incredible things. His look is surprised at my words, but then his gaze has me confused, he looks sad all of a sudden.

“Victoria… You're so tight and small that I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I lose control. You need to be aware that I am damaged and that touching you has me very, very excited. I need to calm down before I can trust myself not to hurt her if I get wild.

I watch silently as the Hybrid walks out of the room, leaving me still handcuffed to the bed with my pants off and still reeling from what he just did to me. My heart hammers hard in my chest and the only desire that invades me is to call him, ask him to stay close because...

I swallow hard at my own thought. Because I'm missing it.

A minute later, I'm stretching my legs, trying to get back to my senses, to thinking like a sane person and trying to understand how crazy this all is.