Love bites, love bleeds

Just look at the title-we should have known this was coming. Enjoy!

Chapter 12: Seducing Michael
Hell was a maze-a winding, twisting turning maze that seemed to lead to nowhere. Through endless black tunnels, Michael wandered, finding nothing. Hell was not a silent place-no, tortured souls of the damned screamed in rage, in pain. They echoed loudly and were starting to make Michael’s head hurt even more than it already did.
Oh and Hell was hot.
Very hot as was to be expected.
Already Michael had stripped off his jacket and hung it loosely over a shoulder, gasping as he walked down what felt like the millionth tunnel. He was just half-way through when he heard it: “Michael! Michael, please help me!”
Katrina!
At last!
He yelled, “Katrina! Katrina where you are!”
He heard her again and followed the voice, until at last he came to a huge wooden door. There was a single silver handle and no lock. Had he been thinking straight he would have probably found this odd. But he just grasped the handle and pulled hard, the door opening silently.
He went in slowly, being wearing of the horseman, Mary, and her lover. He didn’t need to fear for all he saw was Katrina-tied with steel shackles against the far wall. He raced towards her, gasping deeply, and quickly set about freeing her.
Once he got her out, she fell against him, the two stumbling and Michael hitting a wall. “Michael. Oh Michael.” He just held her close, being thankful he’d been able to save her.
Katrina wrapped her arms around his neck, staring deeply into his eyes. The heat had really hit him then and he was startled when he felt her suddenly kiss him, forcing her tongue in his mouth, pressing him tighter and tighter. Michael gasped and pulled away. “Katrina! What on earth?”
“Sh… Just relax.” She toyed with the buttons on his shirt, slowly undoing them one by one. Michael could just stare and let it happen, too stunned to say or do anything. She smirked and gently traced his skin with her fingernails, ever so gently. She shoved him down, then straddled him, kissing his bare chest.
“Michael” she purred huskily, gently easing his pants down. Michael felt a paralyzing sensation that ripped through his legs and throughout his entire body, something much more than what he usually felt. “Michael…Ever since that first night when our bodies were joined together, I have only wanted and needed you more and more. Now, relax and prepare yourself.”
Before he could wonder what she meant, she skillfully slid his pants off. She smirked as she looked down at him, before taking his soft, pliable manhood in her hands, stroking it gently. Michael gasped and groaned, her touch like satin. “Just wait. This is only the beginning” she whispered seductively. She stroked it and felt it stiffen and harden in her hands, readying itself for her.
She dropped one hand yet kept one holding it still. “Now, feel ecstasy, my love.” She held it at the base and lowered her mouth over the tip, moving slowly. Michael groaned and withered, but she firmly pushed his chest down, keeping him still. She gently sucked and licked, torturing him, taunting him. Michael let out a yell and beat his fists into the soot-covered ground, gasping at this new and electrifying feeling.
At last, she stopped and stood, mockingly removing her dress and corset, making him wait. Or so she thought. He sat up and grabbed her, roughly throwing her on the ground, he kissed her with a fury, felt her tongue slide into his, only this time he knew what to do.
She smirked as he kissed her torso, licking and kissing until he made his way back up to her mouth where she hungrily accepted him. While one hand held tightly to her hair, the other wandered her body, sliding inside her thigh and then into her most sacred areas which made her gasp and moan slightly, her nails digging into his back. He withdrew his hand and his tongue substituted, teasing and taunting her, darting in and out, making her moan and groan even louder.
At last he stopped and pulled over her, breathing hard, his shaft hard and pulsing with a fury that needed and wanted to be unleashed. Katrina looked at him, wrapping her legs around his waist, she whispered, and “finish.” He didn’t even hesitate, just pushed himself inside her, thrusting hard, the burning and wanting and needing so great it should have killed him. Katrina dug her nails into his back, mumbling softly. “MM…My love…Feel it…Feel how good it is.” He couldn’t answer, the thrusting harder and faster, his teeth gritted as he felt her juices flowing around him.
Katrina suddenly gasped, a hand moving from his back to his head, gently pulling at his hair as she felt a wave of pure and undiluted dose of pleasure and pain. Michael groaned and felt his back heave him forward, driving him into her as deep as he could, causing both a simultaneous gasp and round after round of euphoria hit over and over.
Finally, Michael withdrew himself and just lay next to her, the feelings still red hot and burning hard. He closed his eyes and lay there, basking in the glory. When he opened his eyes, he looked and saw…Mary?!
Gasping, he stood and just shook his head. “No. Where’s Katrina?! What…?!”
She chuckled and looked at him, standing, naked, not bothering to cover herself. “My, no wonder she’s with child so soon.” Michael stumbled, his head spinning with all kinds of thoughts and questions.
“How…? Why?!”
“Simple, magic. Why is simple, I needed a way to mislead you and now I have.” She smirked as she watched him grab his clothes, hastily pulling his pants on.
“That was…”
“What? Wicked? Tell that to your loins.” He just shook his head, with trembling fingers he buttoned his shirt, still shaking. “I’ll admit, Mr. Giry, I’ve had my fair share of men but that was something I’ve never experienced. You either. Tell me, was it really so wicked? To make love with such passion, such fire? Face it, now that you’ve had a taste of me, you will want more.” She smirked and raised an eyebrow.
Michael just glared, hating her and himself. As he pulled his boots on, he kept a watchful eye on her. She smiled. “Don’t worry. For now, I’ve had enough.”
Michael staggered against the wall, feeling his way while she stared at him, her cold eyes dancing with laughter. “You are forever a part of me, Michael Giry, and I you.” He just glared and at last he felt the door.
He hurriedly rushed out, on the way, he heard her chilling laugh, it touched his spine and made his heart ache for the sin he’d committed. The laugh followed him down the hallway, until at last he could run no more, he simply sank against a wall and just rocked back and forth on the floor, wishing that he was dead and knowing that even death was not punishment enough.