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Iwatch his back as he climbs the stairs and then follow his body down the long hallway to the master bedroom where he proceeds to strip from his shirt.
I follow the lines of his well toned muscle, watching it flex and roll with all the lethal grace of a cat. The light catches the silver lines of scars that mark his skin but it adds to his brutal beauty. He doesn’t once look back at me as he heads into the bathroom where he proceeds to turn the shower on.
I wait until I hear the door to the shower open and then I strip from my clothes and head through to the bathroom naked. He stands beneath the cascading spray with one arm outstretched, palm resting on the tiles and his head tilted down so the water hits the back of his neck.
I climb in behind him, running a hand up his spine, watching the muscles jump under my touch.
I had fallen in love with a monster.
A twisted king.
When you can’t run from the monsters, you join them. You stand at their side and watch the world burn all around you.
My fingers trace the lines of his scars before whispering up to the bumps of his ribcage and following the curve until I can flatten my palm over his left pec, his heart beat a steady thump under my hand.
His body visibly shivers under my touch.
He’s a glorious work of art, every single inch, all the way down to his blackened soul.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his shoulder blade, the skin wet and slick under my mouth.
“Little bird,” he rasps.
“Touch me,” I beg.
Slowly he turns in the shower and grips my hips, eyes devouring every inch of my naked skin. His hands skirt up my belly, over my naval, following the curves of my body until he cups my breasts, fingers pinching my nipples, twisting them until it boarders the threshold between pleasure and pain.
When my mouth opens on a gasp he captures the sound with his lips, his tongue plunging in to duel with mine.
Desire shoots through me, the blood rushing to my core fast enough to make my thighs tingle and pussy clench.
My hair is slick and sticking to my back and my mouth is swollen from his rough kisses when he drops to his knees, hooks one of my legs over his shoulder and presses his tongue to my clit, expertly flicking it with the tip in a way that makes my knees buckle. He alternates between teasing kisses and rough devouring, sucking the sensitive flesh into his mouth until I’m grinding against his face, begging for mercy. Begging for the release that keeps me constantly on the edge, teetering ever closer to the vertical drop that promises a world of pleasure and pain. When he inserts two fingers into me, I shatter. My cries echo off the walls, vibrating the glass panels that enclose us in the shower and when I don’t think I can take anymore, he curls his fingers in my channel and draws another from my body, leaving me shaking uncontrollably. Slowly, pressing kisses up my stomach and breasts, he rises to his full height, pressing a teasing kiss to my lips before he roughly spins me and forces my hands out, pressing my palms to the tiles.
He kicks my legs out, separating them and lines his cock with my entrance.
“I dream of your pussy, little bird,” he growls, the head of his dick nudging me open.
I groan at the filth leaving his mouth but the sound gets trapped in my throat as he pistons forward and spears me on is cock. He presses into my spine, forcing it to curve more so my ass juts out and with one hand holding me in position and the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise he pulses his hips, pushing in deeper with each thrust.
He rolls his hips, slowing his movements, fingers kneading my flesh as he dips his knees and pushes in further, the head of his cock rubbing against the sweet spot inside me.
My eyes roll back in my head as he rides off the back of my previous orgasms, pulling my body tight, too tight, it’ll snap.
“Yes, Lex,” I moan, “Oh fuck.”
“Tell me,” he rasps.
“I’m yours,” I need no prompting.
His hand slips up my spine as he fists my wet hair into his hand, curling the strands between his fingers near the root and tugging, pulling my head back so my throat curves. I boarder a very thin line, the biting sting of my hair being pulled only adding to the intensity building inside of me.
His fingers curl tighter, my scalp biting as his hips drive into me, over and over again, our wet skin slapping together obscenely loud.
“You’re mine,” he bellows, “only mine.Alwaysmine.”
“Yes!” my voice is strained as stars begin to explode behind my eyes.