86 - Revenge Part II

A shudder racked Amelia's body, her head tilting back in pleasure against the stone wall behind her, as Nox's mouth branded a path along her neck, and trailing her collarbone.

His lips, his tongue- each and every movement burned like fire against her skin, sending violent tremors through her limbs, as she found herself struggling to remain standing let alone conscious to begin with.

She had slept with nox and been bedded by him many times before but this time was clearly different he was unhinged before but now he was like a tactical sensual assassin targeting her weakspots and this time it was clear he was not simply seeking his own satisfaction.

"N-Nox..."

Her breath hitched in her throat, the sound coming out barely more than a whisper.

He in response began to hum against her throat, a dark, throaty hum, before finally drawing himself back, peeling his lips away from her now pinked flesh that was on the verge of being bruised like a hickey without actually leaving a single mark.

Cold air quickly rushed in to cooly kiss at the skin still coated in his saliva, making the absence of him on her all the more apparent, to the point she almost sobbed from the loss of what he was doing to her.

But Nox wasn't done, no no no, far from it.

Without a word of warning, without even a glance at the madman watching them from behind the room divider, Nox grabbed at her waist and wrist with his hands.

Before he manhandled her into a sort of toss, causing her to find herself floating through the air, her mind already on cloud 9 and now her body was made to follow.

Before she could even become concerned enough about the landing, she was lost once more in the image before her, after he tossed her Nox jumped up and shadowed her floating self, with himself now 'floating' right above her, and before the two crashed unceremoniously to the ground a king-sized bed materialized beneath then and landing with a 'pooomf' they settled in with Amelia surprisingly finding herself now laying underneath her lover.

She just lay there almost unresponsive as her mind tried to come to terms and process everything that was happening.

Above her Nox loomed, his sturdy body blocking out everything else, filling her vision completly.

His knee sliding up between her legs casually parting them as he himself proceeded to lean down, his lips hovering just over her own.

The room lighting caused his dark eyes to gleam making them look like they were made of liquid gold.

However to her this was frustrating her eyes that looked like a predator about to consume it's prey were not like the eyes of a lover, eyes that were soft and ready to envelop her in a soft comforting hug.

But even as frustrating as it was she could still hear her own souls voice calling out from within her.

'You want this more than life itself!'

She started to move and her fingers began to dig into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him the rest of the way.

'I need this'

'I need him!'

The smallest smirk crossed his lips before they once more met with her own, claiming her mouth with a kiss so deep that it sent another electric shock riveting down her spine causing her toes to tingle once again.

His weight pressing down on top of her, his knee shifting ever so slighting and he moved to position himself into the perfect position time and time again.

Applying the smallest pressure that had her entire body trying to arch against him.

Amelia was drowning in him, his taste, his touch, his scent.

There was no air, no world beyond this particular moment in time.

~

Meanwhile across the room trapped behind the polycarbonate wall, Brandon watched on.

His own breath came in ragged gasps.

As his fists hammered against the barrier separating him from them.

"No... no, no, no-!"

His voice cracked, broken and wild.

"She's mine! She was mine!"

But neither heard nor acknowledged him.

The gas had altered his mind and even though he desperately wanted to look away to deny what he was watching before his waking eyes he could not look away, like his eyes were laser focused on the event.

At the same time his own body felt hot, his pulse racing, and his own arousal at what he was seeing were at their peak, but as turned on as he was his hands were separate from his mind, as they proceeded to bound upon the wall, and not beating his meat as his swollen member so desperately wanted straining against his zipper.

~

Nox's fingers moved and curled their way around Amelia's wrists, pinning them above her head as he moved to deepen the kiss even further, his tongue sliding against hers, teasing, taking.

Her whimpers of pleasure only fueled him to go further, as her body squirmed and writhed underneath him, utterly finding herself at his mercy.

The idea her brother was watching her be taken utterly and completely was not even a memory anymore.

And as he refused his move sucking her tongue out of her mouth and into his, she cared nothing about anything, anyone, or anywhere else right now.

As for Nox, while he refused to acknowledge the man on the other side of the room, he wanted Brandon to see.

To see his precious Amelia was no longer his to claim.

To see her fall completely under his charm, being unravelled fully by another man.

To see that he had chosen her true love, and that it would never be him.

~

Brandon watched on as the passion intensified another level.

Choking on his own sobs, trying desperately to shake his head to break his gaze upon the blasphemous scene playing out.

Hands still temperamentally pounding the wall.

Nails scraping down its surface, his heavy breath fogging it up, while his body trembled in both mixed aggression and arousal.

"This isn't real... it can't be."

He whispered out between breaths, his eyes wide and unblinking, dilated with obsession.

"This can't be happening."

But it was.

Each time Amelia moaned out Nox's name again, each time her body arched into his, when his fingers trailed down the curvature of her hips with deliberate, torturous slowness-Brandon ever vigile watched on.

Trapped in a living nightmare.

One Nox was sure that his enemy felt every waking second of it.