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I leaned down to pull on her shorts. When her legs were bare, I planted a kiss on her inner thigh.
“A single line. A small obsession. Just one note at a time.” I kissed my way up her thigh. “Then another line joins in.” One of my hands stroked a path up the other thigh, until my finger and mouth met in the middle to kiss her warm, wet heat. I could smell her arousal and it was a drug that went straight to my brain, fogging my thoughts. But I persisted.
I licked her clit, my finger coming down to her folds. Gentle. Tender. Simple. I peered up at her. She was watching me, her mouth open, wanting.
“And two different, but related, lines come together to build a small climax.” I sucked on her clit, my index finger entering her slowly, gently. I licked and sucked that clit until she was bucking and moaning, and I knew the exact moment she had apetite mort—a little death. The slightest of orgasms. It didn’t culminate in a scream, but the gentlest of whimpers, and the fluttering of her beautiful eyes.
I groaned with satisfaction, resting my cheek on her thigh, my finger staying inside her, lazily going in and out.
I wanted to tie her to the bed, and pleasure her until her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she saw stars. I wanted to orgasm her into a state where she’d no longer back, or push, but simply lay legs spread open, taking what I gave her. I smiled to myself as a thought popped into my head—I’ll need to get her into that state before telling her that she was going to be bound to me in every way. Maybe I’d ask her. Give her a proposal. But I doubted it. She was mine.
I climbed her body, my finger still wet from her arousal, traced up her beautiful, shaved mound to the delicate skin of her bikini line. Up even further to circle her navel. She jumped, as it went up even further, between her breasts to her throat.
“The second part of the piece,” I said, my voice raspy with need. “Is two bodies joined.” My hand came between us again, pulling down my shorts until my cock came free, hard and ready for her. I grabbed my engorged shaft and placed it at her entrance. “Two bodies using one another in their own rhythm.”
I thrust into her wet cunt. I slid in easily, pushing her walls out, and she whined at the intrusion.
I pulled back, letting my cock rub against her clit. Then I stilled, holding myself halfway out of her body, waiting. She whimpered before her hands came to my shoulders and, in an act of desperation, she bucked her hips. Fucking herself on my cock.
“Please,” she whispered to me.
“Please what?” I asked.God, please ask for what you need, beautiful, sexy Rose.
“What are you doing?” She asked between gasps. “Damn you, why aren’t you…” she whimpered as I thrust deep and rolled my hips inside her.
“Bite me!” She demanded. “Do something!”
There it was. Another admission that she wanted what I could give her. I chuckled and leaned my head into that place where her neck curved into her shoulder. I buried my face there, taking the skin between my teeth and putting my mark on her like a horny teenage boy.
Then I thrust deep into her, her body slamming into the bed. She let out a delighted and satisfied moan, her nails digging into my shoulders. And that too made my cock ache. The claws of my little vixen.
I knew I wouldn’t last long. I knew that this was an act of complete desperation. That she would hate me in the morning. But I couldn’t care less. I needed her as I needed air. I was taking her like a glutton, preparing for the famine that was to come. When we tipped over the edge together, I collapsed on my side, making sure not to crush her. I pulled her close to me, keeping our connection as her leg hoisted over my hip.
She let out the sweetest little sleepy whimper, and I kissed her hair.
“And that’s the last line,” I whispered in her ear. “Your whimper after you come. How the scent of your arousal lingers in the air, haunting me. Delicate, addicting, and so fucking beautiful.”
She was falling asleep again. I was half tempted to wake her. To take her once more. It wouldn’t take long for me to get hard again. But her breathing slowed, and her leg relaxed on top of me. She was getting some much needed sleep.
“If I finish it.” I continued, whispering to her beautiful sleeping form. “It will be an ode.” I placed my nose against her hair and took in her scent, remembering every little detail. Her earthy, honey notes, with the lingering muskiness of her arousal. “To my Rose Marie.”
At the sound of her name, she tried to stir. But I stroked my fingers over her face, and she relaxed again.
“Shh.” I soothed. “Sleep for now. When you wake, you’ll see what’s been right in front of you all this time.”
I watched her sleep for a while before slipping from underneath her. I went to the bathroom to find some gauze and antiseptic, and as delicately as I could, took a cotton pad to her wounds. I went down to the clinic room to grab some clothes and lay them for her in the bathroom. She didn’t stir as I bandaged her knuckles, the heel of her palms, and even the blade of her shins.
She used pain to punish herself, and I’d be damned if I allowed that to continue.
That will be the first thing to stop when she’s officially mine.
“Mine,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her temple. Then one last time, I placed my lips on hers. It was chaste and soft. I thought she leaned a little into me, but that couldn’t be.
I pulled myself away before I could deepen the kiss. If I went any further, I’d be back in that bed doing holy things to that gorgeous body, worshiping her and feeding my addictions.
There’d be enough time for that later.
I went into my drawers. The torn black underwear from our time in the restaurant’s sitting room was there, neatly folded. It was glaring proof of my perversions. There was also a strand of hair, looped and tied in a red ribbon, and clutched it in my hand.
