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Unsainted - Slipknot
Ronan
-Two years ago-
As the doors close behind us, Noah pounces on me. Gripping the edge of my panties he rips them clean off. His hands are firm and violent, but at the same time abnormally inviting. I’ve never felt this want and need in my whole life. Every touch of his is like pure praise, as if I was a deity worth worshiping.
Moving my hair to the side, he slowly unzips my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Automatically my hands whip to my front, covering my rolls, thankful the light is still off. Noah murmurs something, but I don't hear it. Doubt is clouding my mind. Now is the time the regret starts to reel in. Now is the time I lose this guy. Why should it be different than any time before him?
“Let me see you, Ljubavi.” The tone of his voice sounds like a prayer.
I am not ready to see the disappointment in his eyes yet, so I kiss him to distract him. I kiss him like it’s the last time I’ll feel his lips against mine, and it might be once he sees my body bare.
“Let me fucking see you, Rory!” he commands firmly, searching for the light switch.
Breathing in roughly, I step away. The click of the bedpost lamp intensifies my fears. He reaches for my hand, turning me slowly. He looks like a rock god embodied, still dressed, standing tall, and here I am, my fake confidence suddenly gone, fully naked, my rolls out and about. His eyes roam over me, drinking me in, as blush creeps up my chest. He doesn’t look disgusted, he looks pleased, amazed even.
“Why the fuck would a girl like you ever look my way?” he groans, sliding his finger down my neck to my collarbone, “You look like a sin personified, Ljubavi. Like lust and pure sex. Prelepa si.”
“I… Noah…” Moan lingers on the tip of my tongue, as he palms my breast.
“I’ve had many wet dreams about a body like yours. Let me worship you.” he whispers, as his tongue runs over his bottom lip, “I’ll do anything to please you, just give me the word.”
His words of affirmation give me a little bit of strength back. I straighten my shoulders and lift my chin. Finding my voice, I breathe and whisper, “Strip for me, Noah. I want us on an equal footing-”
“Or I could be on my knees again, devouring all of you, as a real man should.” A smirk graces his face as his fingers find the edge of his shirt.
Pulling it up his stomach, he smiles. His belly is covered in tattoos, a bed of roses covering its lower part. As his shirt rides up, so do my eyes. His chest is covered in snakes and swords. I can’t seem to look away. Is there an inch of his body that isn’t tattooed?
“You look like you like what you see,” he notices.
“I most certainly do.” I whisper back “Pants too, Noah. Take them off.” I sound so needy and breathless, as inches of his skin become uncovered.
“Your wish is my command,” he purrs.
He doesn’t skip a beat, his Doc’s are off, pants following. His lean legs are covered too, but I don't give them much attention, as it’s being pulled right between them. The bulge in his boxers is fucking huge, so is the wet spot pooling on the front. My mouth is salivating. My hands are itching with the need to grab it.
“Boxers… Boxers too." My throat is constricting, making me stutter.
“You’ll need to take care of those yourself.” The words aren’t even out of his mouth, but he is closing the distance.
Am I ready for it? Lifting on my tip toes, I let his hair fall loose. The almost black brings the slight golden shine to his skin as it falls onto his shoulders. I nudge my face into his neck, breathing his scent in, slowly licking my way up to his ear. My fingers are tangled in the long strands in the back of his head. My senses are wrapped in the citrusy smell of his skin. I feel arousal dripping out of me and coating my inner thighs. My body forgets I just had an orgasm moments ago. His hands grip my waist tightly as he leans into me, bringing our fronts together. His thigh strays between mine, and I shamelessly start rubbing on it. Wet sounds and tiny moans fill the room.
“Feels like you might be ready for me,” he rasps, catching my lower lip with his teeth.
“Yes, please.” I moan into his mouth, begging, afraid I could wake up, and this whole interaction would be just a dream, “Please, Noah.”
“Uh-uh, what did I tell you? You need to finish stripping me. All by yourself.” A devilish smile graces his face.
My hands tug at his boxers, the right one creeping in. The temperature of his body is off the charts, I’m sure I'm burning up too. I grip his thickness tightly, my eyes going wide.
No the fuck it isn’t.
“Sure the fuck it is.” Noah laughs, I don’t even register that I said that out loud.
“How many?” I say, moving my fist up his cock, trying to count myself.
