Hell Marriage

Chapter 37: Seduction (Adult Rated)

Ava’s POV

The look on Nicholas face was completely amusing and funny, he looked as if he’d pass out. I laughed at him, holding my hands over my mouth.

“Seduce!, are you kidding?” He asked, mouth hanging wide open.

“Yes of course, get her close, seduce her, out of her opinion of you, she’ll immediately loose her anger, once she does, start to sway her.” I said

“But how do I?..” He started to ask, paying more attention to me.

“You’re a man!, you should know this things, and after you’re done winning your bride, you can come and thank me” I winked at him, just then my favorite song came up next, Best friend by Saweetie, the one where she featured Doja cat.

“I’ll go now, it’s my best song, see you” I patted his arm, and squeezed my way back over to Connor.

“Where were you madam?” Connor asked, he looks crossed.

“Sorry” I held my ears pleading, I turned my back to him and I wrapped His hands around my waist, I started twisting and whining my waist on him. I felt his sex harden but I couldn’t stop, the song was really capturing. I sang along, loud enough for my throat to go raw, while I twerked.

“That my best friend, she a real bad bitch, got her money, she ‘on’t need no nig’ on the dance floor, she had two- three, drink now she twerkin’, she throw it out and come back in ”

“Beep beep, is that my bestie in a Tessie? Fresh blow out, skin on tan, ooh, she ready bitch, you look goodt, with a T at the hand, i’ma hype every time, that my motherfuckin’ friend, she been down since the jellies and the volvos

Got me steppin’ out that Jeep, got Manolos, when we pull out to the scene, they be filled with jealousy, if a bitch get finicky, she gon’ bring that energy (pop-pop-pop)

I hit her phone with the tea, like Bitch, guess what,

All the rich ass boy wanna fuck on us

All this ass sittin’, you can look don’t touch

In our bag, bust some bands every time we link up”

Nicholas’s POV

I watched Ava, as she danced With connor, honestly I really think her plan’s great, why don’t I try it out tonight?, what to do?, how do I?.

I stood up, and walked over to her. She was returning somewhere, I followed her, I caught her arm in my hands, and turned her to face me.

“What?, you!” She yelled as she saw me.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She asked hotly.

“Come with me” I said dragging her along.

“Leave me, let go, I’ve got to get back to work” Her blood scent invaded my senses. I kept dragging her along, testing the doors along the corridor, I’ve got to get her alone,

At last I opened one, I dragged her in.

“You, what the fuck; what do you think you’re doing?”

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She started to argue further, no words escaped her lips, for his mouth formed over hers with a stark demand that both angered and aroused. The pressure of his body bore her down; she was keenly aware of the rough wool of his trouser, against her flesh and the soft sweet musky scent of Jasmine.

More than anything, she felt the hot fire of his mouth, the savage demand of his tongue, invading and caressing, brutal, sensual, violating, coaxing, stroking again…

Then his hand curved around her breast, thumb rubbing against her nipple until she would have screamed with the sensation had she been able. She writhed with the encroaching whiplash of fire that seemed to dart through her, burning from those points where he touched her.

His mouth flooded her body with warmth; his touch upon the naked flesh of her breast seared through her center and spiraled somewhere deep within her.

She gasped for breath, digging her fingers into his hair as his mouth left hers to suckle her nipple where his thumb had teased.

She tried to form words to protest, but her mind failed to oblige her and she continued to do nothing more than gasp and twist and writhe, tearing at his thick black hair, dismayed to realize even that touch seemed oddly sensual to her fingertips.

His hand slid slowly along her side, curving around a hip, slid between the two of them, and then between her legs.

The pressure of his thumb slid intimately down through of golden curls, parting her, stroking the most sensitive and intimate of female places.

She tensed like a jackknife, a scream forming in her throat,

His mouth covered hers again with a frightening ardor and passion.

She realized she’d not begun to estimate his strength until that moment when she lay pinned beneath him, realized his every movement was not guided by passion alone.

She pressed her palms against the hardness of his chest, but the force of his weight was such he didn’t begin to feel her protest. Nor could she cry out, for his kiss consumed her words. She twisted and writhed anew, on fire, seared by sensation, yet wild to escape the threatening pressure of his body.

Her knees were thrust apart by a sudden supple movement of his body and the insistence of his weight.

His chest and legs pinned her down the bed. She felt his hand and sex rubbing against her.

A massive shudder swept through her, he burst into her with a single hard smooth thrust, so knifing it instantly broke all the barriers. She never screamed, for she couldn’t. Involuntary tears of pain instantly pooled in her eyes. She clenched them tightly together, turning her head to her side as his lips broke from hers at last.

She felt him looking down at her, just as she felt the fierce burning at the juncture of the legs.

She wished fervently that she had the power to buck him off. She wished a giant bird would swoop down out of the sky and tear him from atop her….. and perhaps tear him into little pieces in the bargain. She waited for him to apologize.

He did not. He held still, watching her.

He began to withdraw.

Only to plunge into her again, she bit fiercely into her lower lip, then she felt his hands on her face, drawing it forward. She opened her eyes and met his. Even as she managed at last to croak out “No!” She felt herself somehow stilled by the cobalt fire in his gaze and rigid tension in his face. She tried to part her lips to speak again.

But again his mouth formed over hers. Demanding still…..

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Slowly, the warmth of his mouth seemed to ignite the burning between her thighs.

The heat remained; the agony began to still. She found herself enfolded in his arms, his hands sliding down the length of her back, forming over her buttocks, drawing her more flush against the increasing furious pulse of his thrusts within her. Her fingers curled into his shoulders, nails digging. Pain faded into a dull throb. The burning was part agony, part pleasure.

She prayed for it to end, yet something else had begun within her. Something she needed, something that was a different kind of ache. She hated his touch, his stroke, and yet…..

She yearned for it. She had wanted to escape it. Now she twisted and arched to feel it, to feel the growing sweetness pervading her.

A rigor seemed to seize him; then a violent thrust brought him so deeply within her that she shuddered with the force of it. Then once again……. and the mercury of his climax filled her anew with a sense of liquid, burning fire. He shifted her with him, so that he laid on his back and she laid in his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, and sleep stole them away.

Connor’s POV

I entered the room, after trying to locate Nicholas without much to do, I won’t find him, if he doesn’t want me to, even though I’m the only person who can find him on this earth, I tried speaking with him through our mind link, it’s just not working, this is so frustrating. The light was off. I tried to turn it on.

“Any luck?” I heard Ava’s voice, I glanced around swiftly, bathed in the candle lights that were placed on the mirror and around her, she sat before the mirror, one leg placed on the stool before her. The ivory colored night gown she wore, was slit to her mid thigh, her leg was bare and smooth, I remembered to close my mouth, she abandoned the comb she was using to brush her Hair earlier and placed it gently on the dresser. She poured some oil into her palms.

She rubbed it slowly and gently, on the leg the placed on the stool, she hands moved slowly on her legs, working it up and down slowly and gently, I felt my sex harden, I swallowed hard

“Well?” She asked, breaking my concentration. Oh my Gosh!, is she trying to seduce me right now?, because if she is, goddammit it’s freaking working.

“Ah, yes, I didn’t, but I’m sure he’ll be back soon” I said, regaining my ability to speak.

” I think so too, it’s late now, go to sleep.” Ava said slowly.

“Uhn, yeah, of course, but why are you here?” I asked foolishly

“Pardon?, why am in our room?, oh sweetheart…. I want to be here, that room is so frustrating, and I don’t like the things there, that’s why I have brought back my things here.”

“Besides, the reason I left our room, was because you wanted to catch Carrissa, and you’ve done that, so why do I need to stay there?” She asked, her hands, had stop moving over her legs, she moved it to her bare shoulder, she tried to unzip her gown, perhaps to oil her back, but she was finding it hard to do.

“Oh, do you need an invitation to come help me?, please come on” She said quickly, a frown across her features.

“Oh of course.” I moved quickly towards her, I stepped inside the candles quickly but Carefully, I don’t want my cloth catching fire.

I unziped her gown, I wanted to step back but she grabbed my hands.

“Now that you’re here, why don’t you please rub the ointment onto my back.” She said, slowly and seductively.