The Fifth Circle by Tricia Drammeh Read Free Book Online

kitchen table. Without a word, he rose from his seat and motioned for me to follow him. I shivered in anticipation. It was time. This time, he locked his bedroom door. This time I was ready. This time it was like magic.
    I liked the feeling of being taken. I never really had to do anything—just waited for him to take the lead. The first couple of times we’d been together, I’d cowered away from him until he seduced me with his kisses. Then, he took off my clothes a little at a time. When he was ready, he eased on top of me and took his pleasure. I liked being held. The sex was just something I had to endure to achieve the intimacy I craved. 
    This time, it was different. I was more relaxed when he kissed me, so I kissed him back. I moaned when he sucked my nipple, and this seemed to excite him. For the first time, I touched his hardness and he gasped. He stroked me with increased fervor. I could feel a sort of building up deep inside me and this time, I didn’t want him to stop. When he pulled his hand away, I grabbed it and put it back where it was. 
    “Like this?” he whispered.
    “Yes. Oh, God. I…” My body exploded at his touch and I gripped his shoulders tightly. It was the first time I’d ever let myself go.
    With pleasure came shame, but at last I could understand why people actually wanted to do this. Though I hated myself for enjoying something so depraved and vile, I loved the fact that my enjoyment made Sean feel like a king. He wasn’t the first to take my body, but at least he was the first to make me want to do it again.

 
     
     
    Chapter 6- Sean
    New torments I behold, and new tormented
    Around me, whichever way I move
    (Canto VI, lines 4 & 5)
     
    Even the first time, when neither of us knew what we were doing, when Alex was breathless with anxiety, I couldn’t imagine sex being any better. But she was right—it got better each time. When I took her to my bedroom, I shut the door, locked it, and prepared to seduce her. It was part of the routine, or so I believed. She was shy and it took a lot of effort to relax her.
    This time, her eyes were dark and fathomless with desire. I undressed her rapidly, and she didn’t shy away. I reached out to touch her breasts and watched as her nipples hardened at my touch. Alex unfastened my pants and ran her hands across my arousal. It was the first time she’d ever touched me there. It was the first time she’d ever taken the lead in anything. She kissed me desperately, and I came undone. I touched her until she trembled, and when I moved my hand from between her legs, she grabbed it and put it back. When I heard her pleasured cries, I felt like a man. Only a man could make his woman moan and beg for release. 
    When her knees shook with unrestrained ecstasy, I knew true power. When she threw her head back and gasped my name, my confidence surged. She snuggled in my arms afterwards and it was the first time I’d ever felt strong. I was wrong when I’d thought she’d given herself to me that first time. She didn’t give, she let me take. Tonight, she gave.
    But when it was over and she plucked her clothing off my bedroom floor, she cloaked herself in her customary shroud of shame. Fear clouded her eyes as she glanced at her phone and realized how late it was. With trembling hands, she zipped her jacket and raced down the hallway toward my front door.
    As I kissed her goodbye and murmured words of love in her ear, I prayed she wouldn’t be in trouble. I prayed her father wouldn’t smell the scent of sex upon her. I vowed to defend her with my life if I had to. She was mine now and no one would ever touch her again.
    I couldn’t bear to lose her, but as I watched the sway of her hips as she walked briskly across my front yard, I feared it would only be a matter of time before the other guys saw what I had uncovered. Alex was a beautiful girl—a woman. With her thick chestnut hair and voluptuous body, men wouldn’t be able to resist her.
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