##CHAPTER 2: A succubus in heat

I raised my head and came face to face with Adrian. Steven's adopted brother.

Three years older than him.

“Hi”. I muttered, trying to brush past him and run home as fast as I could.

“He dragged me back, facing him, hand clamped down on my shoulders.

“You seems to be going somewhere, let me drop you off”.

“No…no need. You handle your business”. I stammered, intending to squeeze pass him through the door.

His masculine scent was starting to stir something in me. I clamped my leg together tightly, cursing under my breath. Sweat beading on my forehead.

“It is winter. Why do you look hot?”. He asked concerned.

“It's nothing. Don't bother”. I stuttered.

He didn't listen, but grabbed my arm, leading me to his car.

The warmth of his palm against my skin made my body crawl with suppressed desire.

My mind started to run wild and I felt like pinning him and fucking him against the car.

He waved his hand right on my face jolting me from my wild thoughts.

“Get in”. A not so smile playing on his lips.

I got into the backseat, my hungry eyes not leaving his body.

“What is it?”. His voice now reduced to a raspy mummur.

Fuck it! I'm so screwed. I could bet he sensed my gaze devouring him like a hungry whore.

But who wouldn't?

I suddenly regret ever getting together with Steven. What was I thinking back then? Adrian looks so much better.

Those abs that were making his shirt buttons beg for mercy. I couldn't deny that I wanted to feel them pressed on my hardened nipples.

Those damned eyes…Oh fuck!

I was dying to kiss his plump lips. To leave bite marks all over that perfect skin.

To make him fuck me until my holes starts to cry in cums.

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The car pulled into the driveway and my body still felt like torture. Just hoping he drops me off before I do something crazy.

An image suddenly flashed in my head.

My fingers running in and out of my pussy and Adrian watching me in utter disbelief.

I really couldn't let that happen, would I?

I was so lost in thought not noticing the car had stopped in an unfamiliar villa.

“I'm sorry…I really need to pick something up. It's urgent. I'll drop you off after this. I promise it won't take long”. His words brought me back.

I scanned my surroundings, almost bursting out in tears.

“I'll just board a taxi”. I rushed out of the car.

“Not so fast”. He grabbed my arm. “You can come in with me. It'll only take few minutes”.

I gave a long sigh, frustrated. It's not as if I could get a taxi at this hour.

“You have to be quick about it”. Hearing myself speak those words felt so stupid but it already came out. And just like that, the car pulled into the parking space.

As soon as we got into the villa, he surprisingly cornered me against the wall.

“What are you doing?”. Confusion etched on my face.

“You think I'll just blindly watch you torture yourself in my car?” He scoffed.

“What are you referring to?”. I denied.

“Babydoll, why pretend you don't recognize me?”. He asked, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. Brow raised in amusement.

Baby…babydoll?!. That name rang a bell.

A year back before I got together with Steven, I went clubbing with my bitches and we ended up playing a truth or dare game.

I was dared to walk up to a stranger sitting at a far corner end on a mask and make him finger-fuck me.

That night was the best I've ever had. The memories of my body moving in the rhythm of his fingers as they explored me was something I've never experienced.

Before he left, he whispered to me. “Let’s meet again….babydoll. And I swear I won't let you go freely like today”.

Adrian leaned in forward, pressing against me, breath hot against my neck, the scent of his cologne filling the incomplete puzzle.

It was the same as that mysterious guy’s.

“Don't tell me…”. I trailed off. Hands grabbing his abs unconsciously.

“What do you think?”. He asked.

“Remember I told you I'll never let you go when next I see you again? But who knew you'd be dating my dumb ass brother when I saw you again?”. He muttered.

His thumb grazed my lips, roughly yet calming. “I miss you little doll”. Planting a kiss on my lips.

I had reached my limit. The horniness had become unbearable.

Fuck! His lips were just as I had imagined. Cold yet soft in a way that made me ache.

I couldn't resist and bit on his lower lip, catching him off guard, his body visibly stiffening.

I felt him tremble a little as he groaned against my mouth.

His groan made me snap out of it. I was about to pull away when he tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding further into my mouth as it tangled with mine.

“Mmphh”. A soft moan escaped my lips. This was good. So fucking good. Nothing compared to the kisses I and Steven ever shared.

It was soft, yet firm and deliberate.

My hand went to the back of his head grabbing. My mouth going wild against his.

Soon, the only thing that could be heard were sounds of wet kisses.

His mouth slowly moved away from mine, tracing down my jaw to my neck. Sucking on every bit of skin, making me moan.

The coldness of his lips against my already burning skin sent pleasure and shivers down to my core.

“Fuck”. He groaned again.

“You taste so fucking good Diara. I could kiss every inch of your skin”. He gently bit on my ear.

“Let me take this off little doll”. His hand squeezing my left breast.

“Ahh~”. The sudden squeeze made me moan.“Fuck yes!” Arching my chest forward to meet his touch.

He yanked off my shirt in one go, its button scattering to the floor.

Shit! I forgot I wasn't putting on a bra. My breasts were fully in his view. It's rosy perks standing hard waiting to be sucked.

He lowered his head to my chest level, taking in my nipple in his mouth.

My body jerked instantly, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Fuck yes! Just like that!.

He circled my nipple with his tongue, his fingers squeezing the other.

The sensation sending electric pleasure to my core.

“Please…”. I mummured. Voice desperate.

“Please what? Tell me what you want little doll”. He spoke. Mouth still on my nipple.

“Fuck me. Please…”. I cried out.

I've been touch deprived for too long.

“Not so fast, doll”. He teased.

He lifted me up in his arms like I weighed nothing, laying me down on the couch.

He slowly pulled down my short that was already soaked with wetness, his gaze caressing my skin as he completely pulled it off.

Right then, my shaved pussy was exposed, soaked and glistening.

“You're so fucking wet for me Diara”. His tone seductive.

“Now be a good girl and part those legs for daddy”.

He didn't finish his sentence before my legs flew wide open. Cold air kissing my surface.

“That's my good girl”.

He gently knelt on the couch, cupping my ass cheeks, his mouth finding it's way to my pussy.

His tongue pressed on me, giving me a long satisfying lick.

“Uhmm….You taste so fucking good Diara. This pussy was made just for me”.

“Fuck!”. I moaned biting my lips. My hands slipping to the back of his head, hips arched forward like the slutty bitch I am.

His tongue landed on my pussy again. This time, parting my folds, flicking and teasing with his tongue.

“Ohh~~ Fvck yeah! Just like that”. This time, I had become greedy. Grabbing his hair and shoving his face as I grind my pretty cunt on his mouth.

I thought that was it. Not untill I felt something slick inside me.

Adrian was fucking me with his tongue, groaning, one arm propped circling my clit with his thumb.

The pleasure was maddening, the sound of my moans and his groans filling the space.

He pulled out his tongue and gave my cunt a little suck, plunging three fingers into my core.

Leaving no time to adjust, he started to slide his digits.

His fingers fucked me fast at a crazy pace that made me shut my eyes. Tears pulling at their corners.

All I could feel were the crazy sensations his mouth and fingers were giving to me.

I was close to the edge but then, he suddenly reduced his pace. Moving slowly. Too slow for the pace of pleasure my body craved at that moment yet he maintained the pace of his tongue.

“Faster…please”. I cried out. I was close. So close to orgasm but he suddenly pulled out his fingers leaving me hanging in confusion.

“Who said you could cum without me?”. He rises, stretching one finger of my wetness to my lips. “Taste how fucking good are”.

I gently stuck out my tongue, but before could, I felt that strange yet familiar feeling in my body.

My eyes widened, panic flooding in my chest.

Was I going to transform right here in front of him?