An Intangible Pattern - Fate Bound.

Seen through his eyes

Shit!
As Noah's eyes landed on the girl, her face flushed and body trembling as she gripped a folded stage, he felt the familiar thrill take him and he grew hard. His face twisted in revulsion at his own arousal and he grit his teeth in fury. Everything he had done, every precaution he had taken up till now, had failed. He glared at her and hissed, "Why didn't you take your suppressant!"
"I did," she choked.
She looked so frail, her voice sounded so desperate; her scent filled his head and his feet began to move. As he bore down on her he growled "Run!"
" I can't!" She squeaked, her legs were shaking violently, her eyes bright with fear.
His heart pounded in his ears; he felt butterflies boiling in his stomach and  his muscles sang in the tumultuous storm of excitement. He felt lythe, he felt strong, he felt invincible: it was torment to resist it. He snarled in frustration and closed the gap between them, he could no longer deny this lust any more than he could defy gravity.
He pinned her against the door and pressed his mouth to hers. A shiver cascaded through him, melting his spine and he groaned longingly into the kiss. Her body went limp in his arms and she too moaned. She raised her trembling arms to rest on his shoulders. His hands caressed her slim waist and round hips, so unlike his own. He longed to stroke her delicate skin, but her dress was too tight and straight cut. It was in the way.
He pulled back, his hips still pressing hers into the door and he took the dress in both hands and tore it down the middle. She looked up in reproach and tried to cover herself. Her eyes were wide, frightened, but he also saw excitement there.
He pulled the dress and the straps of her bra off her shoulders to reveal her soft breasts. He raised her skirt above her hips and lifted her up, supporting her buttocks and grinding his hips and groin urgently between her legs. She moaned and coiled her legs around his waist as he kissed her again, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She did not resist, in fact she gently traced the tip of his tongue with her own. Joy surged through his chest at that tentative motion and he buried his face into her neck kissing and nibbling her ears, tasting the hollow between her shoulder and collar bone. His lips and tongue trailed down her sternum to her breasts where he devoured the soft peaks, gently taking her nipples between his teeth. She gasped, throwing her head back and wrapped her fingers in his hair. The mild pain from his scalp offset the intense excitement deliciously and he rocked against her. She bucked involuntarily and let out a beautiful cry that sent shivers down his spine. He slipped one hand into her underwear and pressed against the soft heat of her vagina. It was so warm, so wet. He completely lost his mind.
Lowering her to the floor he tore off her underwear and drank in the sight of her. She was panting, wavy hair, now loose and splayed across the floor and her shoulders; her eyes soft and innocent in wonder, lips slightly parted in surprise…so inviting, so beautiful. Her body shone in the dim light and the remnants of her dress clung to her hips. Her legs were slightly splayed revealing only a peek at the mystery between them. He raised his fingers to his lips, seized by the urge to taste her. It was bitter and sweet but not unpleasant. He knelt down and pressed her legs apart wishing to drink from the source.
"Wait!" She whispered, futilely pressing her hands against his shoulders, but she lacked the strength to push him away. He was like a starving man finally given a meal as he explored the soft folds of her labia. He relished how she shivered and screamed as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her clitoris. Suddenly, she thrashed violently and then went limp. He sat up, watching the play of pleasure across her face, her eyes closed against her orgasm and her brows knitting in the aftershocks. She was so very beautiful. He wanted to possess her.
Instinct took over then. He undid his belt and pants, releasing his straining cock from his underwear, shuddering as cool air met hot precum at its tip. He pressed apart her legs with his thighs and, gripping her in his arms, sank into her. She inhaled raggedly as he entered her and he swooned as he dissolved in pleasure. It was as though he was tightly encased in hot silk. He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder as he tried to master the wave of ecstasy. His jaw ached with the desire to bite down but there was a shred of sanity left in him that told him he must not. He bit down on his own forearm instead, breaking the skin. The pain and the taste of blood brought back some of his composure and he began to thrust, following the drumbeat of his own heart. She began to twist her hips, following his lead in the primal dance, inviting him to explore her deeper, their panting, moans and sighs accompanied the tattoo. Pleasure mounted in him, making the pounding in his chest drive him on faster and faster. She suddenly cried out like a cat and clawed at his back. He felt her  bearing down on him, waves of pressure swallowing him, drawing him in. Faster, deeper he thrust into her his own pleasure mounting to a feverish pitch. Her back arched and with a shuddering gasp, she collapsed, writhing sensuously. The sight of her tipped him over the precipice and his own orgasm ripped through him so violently he was rendered almost insensible. He collapsed onto her chest and panted heavily, feeling the blissful sensation of every muscle in his body relaxing. He lay there for some time listening to her heart beating in her chest and feeling it echoed where they were joined.
Then her chest began to heave in a way he knew had nothing to do with pleasure. He looked up and his stomach lurched as he saw her lying on the dirty floor, body silently racking with intense grief.  Her eyes stared vacantly and tears ran down her cheeks into her hair.