Runaway Devil

The warmth and callousness of Alec's hands was something I didn't know I needed. His mouth scorched my skin, leaving me breathless and flushed. I needed more, I needed all of it. It wasn't enough, I needed to feel his heat completely.

My nails raked over his skin, leaving angry marks in their wake. His grunts and groans pushed me further. The gravel of his growl in my ear made my eyes roll back and my spine arch off the bed. Our sweaty skin smacked and slid in our lust.

I was completely lost in him, I didn't know where my body ended and he started. His hands grabbed and pulled, the veins in his hands and forearms bulging. He pulled sounds from my throat I didn't know I could make.

His lips brushed against my neck as he set a merciless pace. I dragged my nails over his neck and shoulders. My legs were shaking but he was nowhere near done with me. He turned me to pure pleasure. I let him move my body where he wanted, I needed him to never stop. The sound of our breathing filled the room. The poor bedframe couldn't take much more.

We became starved wild animals. We were all teeth, nails, lips, tongues, hands, fingers, skin, breath. We were tearing each other apart, and fuck I needed it. I needed him.

"Fuck..." I didn't recognize my own voice. Trickles of sweat fell from my skin, Alec's whole body was covered in a layer of it. His body temperature was already inhuman, he was close to setting the sheets aflame. His eyes were twin flames staring down at me, their desire burning through my skin. I stared back through my own glowing, hooded eyes. He smirked at my obvious arousal, he knew that I had lost control of my body. But the further we pushed together, I could see his control slipping.

I flipped us so I straddled his hips. I kept with the pace, rocking and riding with the same vigor. My skin was on fire, I threw my head back and panted. I felt his hands on my body, his grip on my hips, guiding me. I buried my hands in my hair, keeping it off my neck, and focused on his touch.

"Karau," He groaned, a deep rumble resonating in his chest. I felt myself clench in response, which teased a more aggressive growl from his throat. I scratched down his chest, looking him in the eye, and slowed my pace. My rocking was painfully slow as I smirked at him. I could see him straining, his face pulled tight, with his muscles corded beneath me.

I leaned forward and smiled, teasing him. His grip on my hips tightened as he grit his teeth. Before I could react, my face met a pillow, and Alec was behind me, his hold on my hips ruthless. I gasped loudly as he hit spots even deeper than before. I clawed at the sheets and took it all.

He wrapped my hair in his fist and pulled, my back saddling up to his front. He did not slow or soften his pace, I was slowly turning to warm putty in his grip. He brought his other hand around my front and supported my weight, I could feel his teeth on my shoulder. He bit and sucked on my skin until I couldn't take it anymore. His hand reached lower and lower, his fingers threatened to push me over the edge.

"Alec," I moaned, grabbing the back of his head and gritting my teeth. He felt me stiffen and shake, groaning loudly in my ear.

"Fuck Karau," His voice in my mind was the final push that sent me spiraling. We rode our highs together, our movements becoming desperate and sloppy. He slowed his movements to a caress as the heat dissipated. His grip on my hair loosened and he laid me down softly, rolling onto his back next to me.

We collected ourselves, quieting our minds and bodies. I could not remember the last time my body had felt this relaxed and content. Both of our bodies had scratch marks and blood where our nails punctured the skin. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He was grinning. I turned my head to look at him better, and he turned his glowing eye on me.

"Now that was a long time coming," he said. I stared at him, my mouth ajar. I shook my head and fought the laughter that bubbled up my throat. I folded my lips in to keep from smiling at him like a fool. He grinned even wider and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

The air in the motel room was painfully dry by the morning. With the storm we worked up last night, the A/C unit was working its little ass off.

I snuggled into Alec, his arms still firmly around me. His body was warm and encased me in comfortable security. I had forgotten what that felt like. The light shining through the window was enough of a clue that we had slept in. Alec's face was relaxed and peaceful, a welcome sight. I smiled to myself and grasped his wrist, trying to pull his arm off me. He growled like a sleepy bear and tightened his hold. I rolled my eyes and poked his arm. He only hummed, not moving an inch.

"How cliche can you be?" I asked aloud. His brow furrowed and he rested his chin on my shoulder. I slowly turned, pushing him onto his back, and laid on his chest. I rested my head over his heart, listening to its steady rhythm, its consistency was comforting. I felt his hand on my back and one of his eyes cracked open. He looked at me and then closed his eye again. "Hey, we need to get up," I tapped his chest. He groaned and did not move. I slid my hand up his chest and rested it over his throat, squeezing just enough to make a point. "I said it's time to get up."

He opened his eyes and raised his brow. I could see him biting his cheek to keep from smiling. He sat up, bringing me with him, and even sitting, he towered over me. He looked down at me and I realized how ridiculous we must have looked. Like a house cat threatening a lion. But what an onlooker wouldn't know was that we were both lions. I smirked at him and got out of bed, not bothering to cover myself. The cold air compared to Alec's warmth was unwelcome but a necessary sacrifice. He followed in suit, giving my ass a swat on my way to the bathroom.

I didn't flinch but looked at him with a sultry smile before closing the bathroom door.