"I want you so bad, princess," he growled in your ear.
Skilful hands roamed from your thighs and sought below your skirt, urgently forcing your panties to pile on the floor.
"I wanted you since the moment I first saw you."
Mouth ravenous with desire and fingers taught by greed, he began to explore the plains of your body. He wasn't tender nor crude, but persuasive, the type of man who could easily dominante every woman or man he desired.
The notion that it was you made whatever scant reason you had left in your mind fade away. Closing your eyes you succumbed to his will the way a pliable moth surrenders his life to the pyres.
Consent gyrated over your moans, pulling a wolfish grin between his lips.
"Feel this."
Reaching for your hand, he seized and guided it to the aching bulge in his groin, forcing your fingers to engulf his thickening cock. An unbridled hiss fell from your lips, astounded by his endowment as he twitched and throbbed in your grasp. You shivered at the thought of having this beast split open your
"August..." you managed a whimper.
He growled in response, grinding into your grip while his hand cupped your exposed mound. "Fuck, angel, you are so wet.”
Covering your mouth with shock, you muffled a peal of cries as his finger slipped into your virginal slit.
"Oh god,” he uttered, delighted by the lush heat of your flesh, “I can't wait to fuck that tight little pussy.” In and out, he pumped inside you, his long digit grazing between your squeezing walls and this uncharted territory with great skill.
You swayed to counter his strokes, unwittingly pushing to produce more friction, to do anything to obliterate the raging need inside you. But despite the pleasure and desire that threatened to consume you, fear gnawed in the back of your clouded mind and withheld your rapture.
"Agent Walker," you called out breathless, "wait, I'm a..."
"Virgin, I know, angel, I can tell, and call me August," he retorted without pausing his ministration, "don't be afraid. I won't stop until you are fully satisfied, and I promise that whatever pain you will endure will be compensated by greater pleasure."
With that, he attempted to slip in another finger, the very tip stretching the seams of your cunt. Your knees nearly bucked, your sight blackened in a dark delirium, bemused by the many contradicting emotions that weighed on your head.
You wanted him, but not this, not tonight, and though a part of you was terrified of saying no, of ruining the moment and rejecting August, you knew you couldn't go through with it.
Gathering the last remaining tendrils of your strength, you reached for his wrist.
"I can't. It’s too fast."
The room was loud with sudden silence - all gasps and groans reduced to the buzzing hum of the electric currents that ran through the walls and the heavy ghast of August's breath. Lifting his head, he offered you a hazy glare, his eyes raging with a storm of lust and bewilderment.
August was not used to hearing the word ‘no’, you gathered, though, he didn’t seem mad nor disappointed. Amid the heavy rain clouds that swam in his gaze swerved a voiceless fright, not of you, but for you.
Quietly nodding, he withdrew his fingers from your warm cavern, one eyebrow arching as hr suckled them clean. Your mouth gaped in wonder, bemused by the extent of his wanton. For a brisk moment, the little flame within you flickered once more and you bit your lip without even realising.
But August had no intention to sway you. Instead, he bumped a fist below your chin, offering tenderness to rectify the guilt and concern that sat bitter on your tongue.
"My little angel, forgive me, I have a tendency of coming off too strong,” he apologised, “we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
“I want to but not tonight...” you corrected.
His pale glaciers observed you for a lingering moment, a hint of devouring darkness sparking between them and then fading as he smiled again. Lowering his gaze, he slowly crouched to his knees and gripped around your ankles. If earlier tonight his touch felt hot, now it scorched.
“August, what...?” Flinching, you peered down, confused by his actions, but then the fabric skimmed up the length of your legs as he retrieved your panties to where they belonged.
Struck with disbelief, you shook your head and huffed with relief, quite embarrassed by this newly found knowledge that August Walker was in fact, a gentleman.
He stretched back to his intimidating height and brushed a finger over your lips. "May I kiss you goodnight?”
You nodded, accepting a chaste farewell kiss, that for a reason, felt like an unspoken contract ensuring your return. Though, August was in no rush. Softly and safely he sent you to your home with the promise that you had all the time in the world.
After all, an angel had to be willing in order to fall.