Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

He was like the hungry wolf and it was more apt, now that I knew his reality.

He was as impatient as our first night. Well, basically half of it. We never got to finish the act at that time.

His kisses ravaged all over my neck as his hands mishandled me.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

It felt good. It felt raw. And my moans and groans were begging him to continue what he was doing.

He ripped my dress off with his fangs as I saw his beastly side slowly arising. Strangely, I wasn’t scared. There was a weird sense of familiarity.

I could see my chest heaving so loudly that I was afraid my heart would pop out, as his tongue traveled towards the ends of my bra straps as he was about to undress me completely.

“Sherizad… why did you leave me? ” he mumbled as he flung my innerwear to the side. I pulled my neck up to see where it was landing but he grabbed my neck and thrust his body weight over me.

His embrace felt wild. His embrace felt comforting.

He was like a big dog, snuggling so hard, looking for someone to comfort him.

His face was buried between my exposed breasts. He snuggled further in as his lips slightly brushed against my nipples.

A surge of electricity escalated my hormonal release. I could feel myself getting very very wet. I needed him and I needed him bad.

But I was too shy to guide him to my lady parts. I gulped, trying to contain myself and then his hand landed exactly where I was pulsating.

What a burst of pleasure it was.

” You are mine… just mine… ”

” Yes, I am yours… All yours… ”

I couldn’t help but respond to his madness. It was as if his soul was talking to mine. And that was it.

He took to his knees and lifted my legs, drinking from my p*ssy with the thirst of a man who’d been crossing the desert for three days without a drop. I had to slap two very determined hands across my mouth to muffle my screams as I came, rapidly, one after another after another, his tongue unrelenting… inside me, then lashing my cl*t, back inside me… licking the length of me. His thick fingers joined in now and again.

I lost myself as he reminded me what passion was, and when he finally had drunk enough of my nectar, he speared me open with the power of a machine until I needed his hands over my mouth too, or else I’d have surely drawn the attention of captain or little Bellow in the other cabin… wondering if I was ok.

With one leg bent on the sofa and the other straight to the side, he braced himself above me. I watched avidly, drinking in the look on his face, the way his chest lowered to meet my breasts, spreading myself as wide as I could in anticipation. I felt his hard length press into the soft skin of my inner thighs, and then before I could even blink, he was inside me, pushing up and stretching me, making me purr with the sudden brutal pleasure of being filled. He had prepared me so well that he sheathed himself easily and it was a small step from there to establishing a hard, fast rhythm.

Suddenly, as if something possessed him, he pulled back.

I watched him a little worried but I was still gasping from his intensity.

“Ryan… ”

I managed to whisper his name but his eyes weren’t even looking at me, though his face was staring at me.

It was as if somebody else.

Like that ghastly apparition that had been following me when I was going to the hospital to visit my dad.

It gave me the same chilly feeling as I quickly looked for my clothes which were torn and lying here and there.

“There will be no union. He will have no home. His soul has been cursed to suffer for eternity. That was the price he had to pay for the mistake of his birth. ”

Ryan repeated this verse again and again as his pupils slowly went back and forth.

I quickly sat up and tried grabbing him.

“Ryan…. Ryan looked at me. It’s me. Sherry. Ryan looked at me. It’s Sherry…. ”

In a desperate attempt to call him back to reality, I added, ” Look at me Ryan… I’m back… your Sherizad. ”

The quivering in his eyes stabilized.

He looked at my face with a gaze of longing.

Then suddenly he pushed me aside and yelled,

“No you are not. You are not. You are just a mere human. A replica of my Sherizad. You are not her. You are not. ”

It hurt.

It hurt, real bad.

His push, his words… I didn’t know what hurt me more.

” Sorry for being a disappointment. ”

I forgot that I was completely naked. I was about to rush out of his gate when he grabbed me by my hand.

I turned around and wanted to hurt him, but I couldn’t. Not only did he look wounded, but he looked sad, too. We came together for another sort of violence, grasping and clawing at one another, tongues dueling.

And as we both let go, still fighting for our breath, Ryan slowly put his shirt over my shoulder.

” I am so sorry Sherry. I think I had been drinking too much. Sorry if I said anything out of the line, anything rude or if I hurt you. I mean it. I really am. ”

Though sorry wasn’t what I wanted him to be, I was glad there was no bad blood left between us for the records.

“May I? ”

He asked as he slowly helped me button up the shirt.

” Looking great… ” He flashed that contagious smile of his as he admired his work of art.

I was debating in my head whether or not to tell him about the verse he was narrating in his trance and also about my experience on the train.

Then I realized it was a werewolf in front of me. Nothing could get more absurd than that.

So I have it a go.

” Ummm, Ryan, I think there is something that you need to know…. ” I began.