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Wasn’t this love?
An alarm pulled me back to the moment and I got lost in his green eyes as they shone bright. “Happy New Year, Angel,” Mike whispered and kissed me rough.
With the mention of new year, I felt emotional and lonely again. I was alone and stuck in this house till Mike got bored of me. He was the only one I had, but when he got bored of me, I would be all alone... and I didn’t want that. That thought gave me shivers and pained me without limits.
“Bed… now.” I heard him growl as he threw me on his shoulder and with the passion I heard in his voice I felt loved. I didn’t want to lose it. I didn’t want him to get bored of me.
When we entered to the bedroom he put me back on my feet and looked at me with the raw lust in his gaze. “I’m gonna fuck you, you have no choice on that. But you can decide how you want to take it,” he said, pulling my hair back so he could suck my neck and lick my mark under my collarbone.
“Love me,” I whispered without thinking because I needed that. We both needed love because the broken ones deserved to be loved, too, maybe even more than others. And we both were broken; him by his past and me by him.
I needed to be reminded that I was lovable, that I was worth it, and that I could be everything he wanted so he would never let me go; I didn’t know how to live outside of this situation and I didn’t want to die yet.
“You know I already love you, my Angel,” he told me, making my soul roar with pleasure.
Taking a deep breath I grabbed all my courage and leaned into him. “Make love to me, be gentle with me tonight.”
“Gentle?” His confusion gave me hope and I nodded.
“I don’t know how,” he whispered and he was back to that vulnerable self I came to love even though I saw that side of him only a few times.
I caressed his cheek and whispered, “Let me show you, then.” He frowned, but didn’t pull back from my touch so I continued, “Let me love you.”
When he didn’t give me any answer I took it as a yes and slowly started to unbutton his black shirt, placing a kiss on his skin after every button. His body was beautiful with all those taut muscles and golden skin, but it looked also dangerous in the best way possible as the power radiated through him. My beautiful monster… I licked and sucked every up and down on his abs, smiling with the way his breathing quickened. Unbuckling his belt, I peeled off his dark jeans off of his legs.
“Lie down onto the bed, please,” I said with a seductive smile at him.
“I have no idea what you’re trying to do,” he huffed, but did what I told anyway. It was a win and I couldn’t erase the goofy smile off my face. Joining him on the bed, I lifted myself to my knees and took the t-shirt I was wearing off. His eyes roamed all over my naked body and he sit up, reaching for me.
I shook my head. “Please, Mike. Just this one time… let me make it my way.”
“But you like it rough, too.”
“Yes, but not this time,” I say and placed myself between his legs. Leaning down I teased his length with my tongue and sucked his head into my mouth.
“Yes! Now, you’re doing something that makes sense,” he groaned, fisting my hair so he could control my moves. When he tried to push me down I placed my hands on his arms and lifted my head. “Slow… let me do it slow.”
And he let me have my fun a few more minutes, a few more teasing strokes, and a few more open mouthed kisses until he finally groaned, “Enough. Put me inside you. Now.”
I crawled on top of him, straddling his hips as I rub myself on his hardness. This feeling was never getting old. I had been with other men before, but no one had ever made me feel like him; no one was able to make me feel alive and titter at the edge of the orgasm with the slightest touch or a one hard glare.
“Inside,” he hissed.
Slowly easing onto him, I closed my eyes and crooked my neck with the sensation. I could feel his patience was wearing thin, but he still let me do it my way without me repeating. Rolling my hips I looked into his
eyes. His eyes were the biggest turn on for me during sex with their intensity and hunger. I pushed myself on him more, causing him to go deeper.
“Fuck!” he rasped as I continued with the slow rhythm. His hands reached for my hips; his fingers dig into my skin, trying to urge me to move faster, but I held his hands and moved them slowly up to my body.
His gaze was eating up my every move with curious confusion mixed with lustful hunger. I was lost in my own pleasure as I kept riding him the way I wanted. The orgasm was slow building but intense and toe-curling. As I was so close to the cliff of euphoria he sat up, wrapping his arms around me for a tight hold and forced me to look into his eyes.
I saw the change in him then.
The beast was still there, but it didn’t want to kill anymore; it still wanted to torture and hurt, but it wasn’t hungry for blood.
I didn’t take my eyes away from his, wrapping my arms around his neck as we continued the slow rhythm. When my orgasm hit me there was no voice coming out of my throat, my lips were parted for the silent scream and he was watching me like he was under a spell. His release followed suit as silent as mine, but I could feel his confused and euphoric scream on his shaking body, in his eyes, and in his long and desperate kiss.
As he lied down with me on his chest our bodies were still connected and our breathing slowed down. I was about to drift off to the sleep when he turned me with one swift move and hovered over me, capturing my lips in a rough, punishing kiss.
