He'd been mesmerized by it. To call it merely beautiful would have been way too easy, and he never took the easy way out. Sure, there were the thick pouty lips and chiseled cheekbones, the slim nose and wide set eyes that were usually associated with prettiness, but there was something more about her; something deeper, more profoundly disturbing. Her skin was fair, and yet her features suggested vaguely Indian or Asian roots. Framed by a tousled mane of raven hair, her dark eyes were like portals to some secret repository of experience; a carefully guarded vault where arcane knowledge mingled with unspeakable acts of lust and carnage. Whatever it was, he wanted her--now.
As if on cue she turned indifferently from his gaze and began to leaf through a book. He stepped up behind her, peering over her shoulder.
"You won't find what you're looking for in there."
"And how would you know what I'm looking for, pray tell?", she said, chuckling a little.
Mmm. That voice. Low, silken and oh-so-delectable.
He slipped his hand around her from the side, intentionally grazing the fabric which thinly covered her right breast with the heel of his hand as his index finger flipped the cover of the book over onto her thumb, revealing the title: "Orchid Varieties of North America".
Brazenly, he slid his chin onto her shoulder and whispered into her ear.
"Well, if it's flowers you're looking for, there's a garden full of them...out there," he said, lifting his finger off the book to point to the French doors at the opposite end of the room. "C'mon, I'll show you."
She said nothing as he took the book from her hand, laid it aside and entwined his fingers with hers. She said nothing as he led her to and through the doors into the garden. She said nothing as they walked, hand in hand, through the sumptuous night, plunging into the dewy glow of moonlit green and the pungent smells of wet mulch and sweet blooms which engulfed them. Behind them, the party sounds receded as they strolled deeper into the deserted garden.
"Amria," she said finally.
"What?"
"My name. It's Amria."
He stopped and turned slowly, studying her face.
"I didn't ask."
"You should have," she said, her voice less admonishing than somehow...weary. "It means 'a curse'."
Abruptly, he gripped her by the shoulders, pulling her to him, mashing her soft breasts hard against his chest.
"I don't believe in curses", he growled, "and I don't care what your name is or where you've been or who you've been with. All I care about is here and now, and right here and right now I'm going to take you. I'm going to take you and use you and fuck you like an animal.
My...little...animal."
He muffled her gasp with his mouth, kissing her hard and deeply; forcing her lips apart with his insistent tongue, tasting and teasing her. She made no move to resist but, instead, answered his onslaught by grinding her body shamelessly into his. He half-walked, half-carried her to the nearest tree, pressing her against it so the rough bark bit into the flesh of her exposed back. She stared at him, hungrily, her breath coming fast and shallow, her eyes betraying a passion deeper than anything he'd ever seen. He slipped his fingers into the front of her dress and yanked open the laces, revealing her delicious breasts, their nipples already rock hard as if to confirm what was already so obvious.
In a single swift motion he grabbed her wrists, hoisted them over her head, and then crossed and pinned them to the tree, imprisoning them with the vise-like grip of one strong hand. She strained against him, but even these half-hearted attempts at mitigation were lustful; writhing and shuddering, digging her nails into his unmoving hand. He ducked down and flicked his tongue over each of her nipples in turn. She moaned, and he sucked one of them hard between his lips, pressing it into and dragging it over his rough lower teeth. She arched from the tree, her hands still immobilized, trying desperately to make contact with his body. Taking the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger he paused, searing her with a menacing gaze that seemed stretch into an excruciating eternity. She knew what was coming. She knew, and he was not about to disappoint her. He twisted the nipple and she screamed, bucking against the tree, driving the hard bark deeper into her skin, unable to take her eyes from his as the pain exploded outward to fill every corner of her consciousness.
Releasing his grip on her wrists, he dragged her from the tree and enveloped her in a deep and probing embrace. Sliding his hand up into her hair from behind, he closed his fingers into her tangled locks, urging her head back and holding it there so that the slightest attempt at movement on her part would result in a painful admonishment at the roots of her scalp.
"You want me to fuck you?" he hissed.
Involuntarily, she nodded, wincing at the result.
He grabbed her dress and pulled it even wider, and then let it slide down the length of her into a rumpled heap at her feet. Quickly, he turned her to face the tree, reaching around her waist to lift and pull her body away from it so she was forced to balance herself with her hands against the trunk. Keeping his arm around her waist, he began to drag a fingernail over her slick and quivering pussylips. She moaned, a moan that seemed to encompass the mixture of shock, lust and fear that was reverberating through her body and mind. He slammed the palm of his free hand against her voluptuous and enticing ass cheeks. She shrieked, but made no move to escape as he brought the palm down again and again, sending waves of heat rippling through her shuddering body. He stopped for a moment, digging his nails into the reddening flesh.
"Say it", he growled, his voice hoarse with passion.
Her silence brought another flurry of smacks, each one harder than the last. She bucked and wriggled, but somehow managed to arch her ass up to meet every one, aided in no small measure by the wicked way his fingernail was teasing her pussy.
"Say it, or I'll do this all night."
He punctuated his threat with a series of faster and harder slaps, turning her ass a deep shade of crimson as she groaned and writhed under his ministrations. He plunged first one, then another finger into her sex, right to the soft center, and she gasped, her heart feeling as if it might burst into her throat.
"Say it!"
"Yes! Yes!"
Once more he smashed his palm against her already throbbing ass.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes! Yes! Please! Please, fuck me. Please!!" she pleaded, as his strong fingers kneaded the tormented flesh of her ass and his fingernails simultaneously scraped against the tender inner lining of her drenched pussy.
He pulled her up and away from the tree, and then forced her unceremoniously to her hands and knees in the wet, lush grass. She gasped when she heard the lowering zipper and faint jangle of his belt buckle as his trousers slid to the ground. He slapped her ass hard again.
"Spread them. Wide."
She instantly obliged, pressing her face into the slick blades of grass, arching and offering herself to his angry passion. He plunged his hard, spasming cock into her and she screamed and shoved her hips back to meet it. Gripping her burning ass cheeks, he rammed to her very center, and then began to slowly, rhythmically, bring her to the precipice of madness.
Unseen by the oblivious lovers, a tall figure watched their every gyration from above, through a darkened window.