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Insatiable Cravings - Episode 69

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INSATIABLE CRAVINGS

Insatiable Cravings - Episode 69

Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game} 

TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.

Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.

By: Chukwuma Rejoice 


★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★



~ Dominic ~


She was kissing me. My Genevieve, my enchanting Vixen, was finally kissing me again for the third time tonight, and she was doing it with an intensity that ignited every nerve in my body.


Her head tilted to the side as mine cocked to the opposite, our lips meeting in a dance that was both fervent and languid. Genevieve slowly reclined back on the sofa, pulling me toward her with an irresistible tug on my hoodie.


I chuckled, surrendering to her pull, then hovered over her, my gaze locked onto her face. Those bright, ardent eyes reflected a desire that held me captive, while her slightly swollen, crimson lips imprinted themselves into the very fabric of my memory, leaving me speechless, breathless, and yearning for more.


More.


More.


F+ckíng more.


I crave her. I need her like lungs need air, like fish need water to survive, like the body needs the heart to keep beating.


I f+ckíng need Genevieve King.


"You have no idea how much I've missed you," my voice emerged low but sincere. "How much I've missed this—being close to you."


"Why don’t you show me?" 


Outside, the heavy rain pounded against the roof, relentless and unyielding. The steady rhythm of the rain mingled with our breaths, creating a perfect, harmonious symphony.


Genevieve's gaze drifted over my face, a gentle smile playing on her lips. In the next heartbeat, she tugged at my necklace—the one she had given me in the Maldives, a talisman I hadn’t taken off since. "Take me to the room, and show me how much you missed me, Dominic."


Does she realize that I’m utterly powerless to refuse her? That she has me completely ensnared in her web?


Yes, she surely knows.


I lifted her effortlessly into my arms, cradling her like a precious treasure as I made my way to the bedroom. Her chest rose and fell with excitement, the fire of anticipation sparkling in her eyes. My heart raced, a wild drumbeat echoing in my chest, and I was certain she felt its fervor. Once we reached the bedroom, I gently laid her down on the bed, our eyes locking in an electric connection.


It was the collision of a hurricane and the sun—impossible yet exhilarating. She appeared to be my meticulously crafted dównfall, and only God knows how I would plummet headfirst into that abyss. The rhythmic patter of rain against the window echoing the turmoil within me.


"I love you," Genevieve said, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as I hovered above her, our eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze. Outside, raindrops cascaded down the glass, blurring the world beyond as if it were a reflection of the chàos in my heart. "I love you so, so much." Her voice was a soft whisper, but it reached me, piercing through the layers of my guarded heart.


It sank deep into my dàrk, cobweb-covered heart, a heart I believed had stopped functioning except for its steady beat eighteen years ago. The same heart I vowed would only ever belong to my baby sister, the same heart I had locked away for years, shielding it from any other.


"I don't think I deserve it though, Baby."


Perhaps because you don’t. 


The voice in my head chimed in, rude and unwanted, drownéd only by the steady, heavy drizzle outside.


"Can you let me decide that?"


"Whatever you want, Vixen." I replied, and then began to shower her face with kisses, each one drawing out a cascade of joyous giggles from her beautiful lips, laughter mingling with the sound of rain.


I adore her laughter. I cherish how she offers it so freely to me. I love her. If I know what love is, it’s because of her. My feelings for Genevieve border on the illegàl, the siñful; it's a pure, unadulterated obséssion. I never truly understood desire until I laid eyes on her.


Genevieve King is my fantasy made flesh. She possesses a sharp tongue that rivals my own and the audacity to meet my gaze when others shrink away. She is unfazed by me, by my world. She looks into my darkñess, shrugs it off with a wide grin, and dives headfirst into it, blissfully nonplussed of the rísks. It feels as if we were forged for one another.


She called me a sweetheart earlier. I am no such thing. I have no idea how to be a sweetheart, but somehow, I think I have unknowingly become one for her.


My lips found hers, kissing her as if my life hinged on it, as if she were my lifeline, the very essence keeping me alive. Our tongues entwined in a passionate dance, our bodies pressed together, igniting a scorching desire, while the rain continued to pour, wrapping us in a cocoon of intimacy.


I pulled back slightly, trailing kisses down to her ear, whispering, "To say I love you would diminish the depth of my feelings. But I do love you, more than you could ever comprehend, Genevieve."


Her head turned, and our eyes locked, the emotions we now both recognized shimmering within them, illuminated by the soft glow of the stormy day. "I have issues remembering things, so I’ll need you to say that three to six times a day, okay?"


"I will."


"Promise?"


"I promise."


My hands roamed freely under her hoodie, tracing the smooth skin beneath. My beautiful girlfriend trembled beneath my touch, her body language torn between craving more and wanting me to stop.


"Take it off," I ordered, my tone firm but gentle. And silently, she complied, her movements graceful as she revealed her radiant self.


I gave my eyes permission to take in her gorgeous, smooth, fair skin completely exposed to me. I allowed my eyes to fully absorb the perfection of her skin, completely exposed to me. 


So beautiful. 


She's a masterpiece, a work of art. Every curve, every inch of her, every centimeter of her body is a testament to perfection. I allowed my gaze to wander, taking in the unadulterated beauty of her flawless, smooth skin, completely exposed to my view. It's as if she embodies an unapologetic allure, a siren's call that beckons me deeper. Genevieve King is, indeed, divine.


As I tenderly traced the curves of her skin, from the delicate slope of her collarbone to the soft swell of her cleavàge and the gentle hollow of her navel, I'm overwhelmed with reverence. "You are beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. Cradling her br+àsts in my hands, I leaned in to kiss her, my lips grazing hers with tender adoration. "So lovely," I murmured, my words a gentle caress. Another soft peck, and I whispered, "Do you know how breathtaking you are?"


Genevieve's response was a soft, sultry m0àn, her voice absent but her desire palpable.


"Let me have your hands." I said to her, shifting so I'm sitting on my heels. She intertwined her slender fingers together and held them out in between both of us. I took a ribbon I found lying on the floor and knot it around her wrists, tugging at it a few times to make sure it's secure. "Keep them above your head. And do not move." 


She looked up at me, feigning innocent eyes when I know she wanted this as much as I did. But, I don't say a word; she does instead. "Yes, sir. I'll try my best."


A sinister thrill coursed through me, primal and irresistible. As I indulged in that dark rush, my lips curled into a sly smile, my eyes roving over her with a hunger that bordered on obséssion.


Not to brag, but my girlfriend is absolutely stunning - she's a dark gothic goddess who takes my breath away, fully clothed or completely n+ked!


My gaze devoured the enchantingly beautiful sight before me. For the first time, I saw a hint of color on Genevieve that wasn't her signature black or gold. It's red. A lacy red p@nty. 


Slowly, I slid the lacy material down her legs, tracing my fingers along the inside of her thighs as I did. Her breathing caught and quickened, and I found myself struggling to breathe as well.


Tossing the lace aside, I spread her legs against the duvet and drew a sudden, sharp breath.


F+ck. 


She looked so sinfúlly sweet.


I ached to sink my teeth into her succulent, delicate skin like a vampire who had been starved of blóod for centuries, for in that moment, I was a ravenous monstér, salivating for his willing prey.


So, what did I do? 


I pressed kisses on her legs, tracing a path to her knees and to her hip bone, savouring her and worshipping her because she's a f+ckíng goddess sent to Earth to personally témpt me.


Genevieve let out another tiny whimper when I placed my mouth on her clí+, running my tongue along the length of her p+ssy. 


Hmm, how can someone taste so good? 


Oh, I know when they arrive to forge my fate, my inescapable downfall.


Genevieve tasted like a dream come true, a symphony of flavors that danced on my palate. 


My hands grasped her thighs, holding her in place, and I felt her tug against the restraints. That only brought a smile to my face, knowing that I was breaking down the formidable Genevieve King, reducing her to a quivering méss beneath me.


I took her in, fully enveloping her with my mouth, and s+cked with increasing intensity, my tongue swirling and dancing across her sensitive skin, teasing her tender folds.


A low, husky m0an escaped her luscious lips, and a slow smile finally curled the corner of my mouth as her voice trembled out, cracked and shaky. "Dom... Dominic." 


"Yeah?" I hummed, a low, teasing sound. "Should I continue?" 


Genevieve nodded fervently, her eyes wide with pleasure. I focused on my task, resisting the pull of her captivating ocean-blue gaze, and increased my pace. Her fists clenched, grasping the sheets as if they were a lifeline, trying to anchor herself against the sensation.


No, Sweetheart, you're mine. 


She tasted so good. 


So f+ckíng good. 


It's always struck me as curious why I effortlessly did with her what I had refused to do with others. I've often wondered why I so freely gave myself to her in ways I had denied to others. And then it hit me – the sheer audacity of even comparing her to those who came before. It's as if my heart knew, all along, that she was in a league of her own, a singular presence that defies comparison. 


Her attempt to squirm out of the restraints thankfully drew me out of my reverie and I peered up at her. "I thought I said no moving." 


"What are you, Queen Elizabeth?" Genevieve countered back. 


Ignoring her words, I internally chose the one that who shut her up successfully. So, I lapped her cli+óris over and over again, pulling, beckoning and luring her into a euphoric heavenly bliss. 


Her eyelids fluttered closed, and her lips parted slightly as she struggled to catch her breath, her bódy surrendering to the sensation. Oh, and her hips began to sway, a gentle, instinctual motion, as if beckoning me deeper. Her back arched, a subtle yet sensual curve, inviting me to explore further.


"Impatient much, Vixen?" Without waiting for any oral reply from her, I pinned her further down, digging my nails into her skin as I tortúred her clit even more before I slid my tongue in her entrance, f+ckíng her with my mouth. 


Another passionate, breathless m0àn blended with a soft whimper, escaping her lips once more. The smirk on my face remained, unwavering, as I savored the moment.


"Dominic..." She is cut off by her own breathing as it stuttered. 


I lifted my head, regaining my breath as my thumb teased her clí+, and she looked up at me with hooded, l+st-filled eyes. 


"Mhm," Genevieve m0anéd, gasping and shutting her eyes as her head tilted back in the pillow. "Ah, God, Dom..." 


"You like that, Vixen?" I grunted out, the intense pressure on me and my needy c0ck. So, I reached down and took myself in my hand when I just couldn't control it any longer. 


Shít. 


Genevieve nodded again, but I felt a frown spreading across my face. She seemed to notice it too, and quickly retracted her actions. "Yeah," she breathed, her voice trembling. "Yes!" she added, her gasps escalating into sighs and m0ans of uncontainable pleasure. "Uh-huh!" she exclaimed, her voice growing louder as I increased the pace, her eyes screwing tightly shut.


When I couldn't take it anymore, I surrendered to the moment, overcome with desire. Dropping my p@nts, I pulled out my d+ck and I groaned, lost in the sensation, as our pleasure entwined. "F+ck, Baby." 


Genevieve responded with a súltry hum, her back arching instinctively to meet my fingers. I was on the verge of laughter, but the realization that I was equally entwined in the moment caught me off guard.


But then, I made a mistake that would shift the moment - I looked up. And that's when I saw them: the most breathtakingly beautiful crystal blue eyes, sparkling with anticipation, patiently waiting for my next move.


Shít. 


So, I surrendered to my body's urges and gave in to its desires. Pressing my length against her wet, starving p+ssy, teasing her, Genevieve let out those beautiful sounds of pleasure.


"Look at you." I started out first, the desire slowly and quickly rising in my body. "All wét and needy for me." 


Once again, the overwhelming urge to kiss her took hold, and I succumbed to my desire, allowing my lips to follow their instinctual path to Genevieve's, as if my body was helplessly drawn to hers. Her gentle m0ans in my ear spurred me on, and I deepened our connection, my fingers moving in her rapidly, rhythmic harmony with her breathless sighs, the pace quickening with every passing moment.


Genevieve tugged on the restraints, her hands beckoning for freedom. I became utterly entranced by the symphony of our passion: the synchronized rhythm of our breathing, the tender collision of our bodies, and the harmonious crescendo of our m0ans.


But then, I noticed her jaw begin to clench, a telltale sign that her release was imminent. In a surprise move, I reached up and gently untied the knot, freeing her hands from their gentle restraint, taking us both by surprise.


Genevieve's m0àn was accompanied by the gentle slide of her arms around my back, her fingers instinctively grasping my shoulder blades as she drew me closer.


Oh, I am well aware of that. 


"Say please, and maybe I'll let you cóme." 


"God, you're such a jérk." 


"Am I now?" I hummed teasingly and made an attempt to stand up, but her fist wrapped around my arm, making me stop from my movement. "What?" 


"I hàte you right now." 


"That's not what your body is saying though, my Vixen." I whispered and her body trembled in response. 


"You are way too c0cky for my liking." 


"Are you sure about that?" I asked, lowering my mouth to the temptuous curve of her neck, and truly sank my teeth into her skin. "You seem to like it." 


"Fine." Genevieve whispered, her voice barely audible, a soft, throaty sound that was almost a m0àn. "Please. Please, Dominic, I'm so close." 


F+ck. 


How is it possible that a single sentence can have such a profound effect, leaving me feeling utterly fascinated and my thoughts racing?


A soft hum escaped my lips as I gazed down at the beautiful creature beneath me, my body pressed against hers.


"Say it again."


The tip of her tongue darted out, moistening her lips. Her sultry gaze remained locked on mine. "Please, Dominic," she whispered, her breathy voice filled with longing, as her hands grasped my back with urgency.


I traced my length along her folds, and a soft groan escaped my lips. Then, I asked, "Will you be a good girl and cóme for me?" 


Her bright blue eyes sparkled with playful mischief, and she nodded enthusiastically.


"Words, Baby, words." 


A hint of a smile played on Genevieve's lips, and a soft sigh escaped her.  "Yes." 


With a few more stroke against her clí+, I said, or rather, ordered. "So, cóme for me." 


At my request, she closed her stunning crystal blue eyes for the briefest moment, then opened them again, her gaze locking onto mine.


God, she's beautiful. 


Genevieve's body trembled and she surrendered to the moment, coming completely undone beneath me, her passion overwhelming her. She gasped and whispered my name, her hands reaching down to grab my er+ction sliding out of her. She wrapped her hand around me and moved it up and down, squeezing harder as she got to the tip. 


Christ, her hands feels so good around me like always.


My eyelids fluttered shut as my head dropped, nestling into the warmth of her shoulder. Normally, I'm not one for words during s+x, and we hadn't even reached that point yet. But the instant her hand made contact with my sensitive skin, a part of me melted away everytime. And when I opened my mouth, a rush of unguarded words spilled out. "F+ck. That feels so good." 


She started moving faster and faster, gripping it with the right amount of pressure, and I sighed in her neck never wanting her to stop. I felt my high onsetting, and I met her hand every time she pulled back and in. And she doesn't stop and it felt so fuckíng good. 


"I'm going to cóme." My voice was barely audible, even to my own ears, but when I saw her smirk, I knew she had caught every whispered words.


"Do you want me to let you to cóme?" Genevieve teased, asking with a sly grin that turned the tables on me and cleverly flipped the script.


How dare she?


"Don't be a tease." I growled, my voice low and husky with restrained passion coursing through my veins straight to my d+ck. 


A smile stretched out on her face. "I kinda like being a tease. Seeing you all needy excites me greatly, you know?" 


"Genevieve." 


Her fist squeezed me and I groaned. "Yes, Dominic. What do you want?" 


What do I want?! 


I yearn for her. I want her to take me to the finish line, to complete what she began. It's only fair that she doesn't toy with me as I did with her; I'm eager for her to give me the satisfaction I denied her. 


"Genevieve." 


"Say please." 


With a strategic surrender, I let my eyes drift shut, balancing the benefits and drawbacks of giving in to her wishes in exchange for something I was craving desperately. Swallowing my pride, I reopened my eyes and whispered a gentle request: "Please..."


"Didn't hear you." She shook her head at the same time she squeezed me again. I groaned, throwing my head back in pure euphoria. "Say it again." 


"Please, Genevieve." 


She then smirked and quickened her pace. Her restlessness sent me into a blissful trance of an orgàsm. Genevieve smiled satisfactorily as my lóad spilled out on her stomach. But apparently, she wasn't done, because her fingers tightened around me as she made sure to milk out every single last drop. 


Hovering over her, I let out ragged breaths, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When I opened them again, I watched as she took her fingers and sensually licked them clean of my essence. 


Holy héll, can she get any more gorgeous than she already is?!


TBC



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