Fortress Of Dark Men

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You’ve been asleep for hours in his bed. Wrapped in his sheets and blissfully content in the small room tucked away in the corner. He never thought he’d see the day. He feels a little guilty and ashamed that he scared you, but he would apologize the moment you woke up. He just had to show you the dress and the veil and lay out exactly what he wanted from you. All he has ever wanted is you. The moment he laid his eyes on you from the wings of the theater, he knew you were his calamity and revelry.

He sits at his piano, aimlessly hoping to distract himself from thinking of you. He has plenty of music to write, but your beautiful face creeps into his mind like a mystical fog. Your beauty is something to be seen. He swears you were dropped down from heaven for him. You shouldn’t be this perfect but somehow you are. Aphrodite could never compare to your beautiful mind, heart, and soul. You bring him peace beyond his wildest dreams.

He picks up his quill and dips the tip in the onyx ink. He tries to remember the last few notes he played and wanted to add to the score. They come back to him and he gets swept up by the music in his mind. The music he writes for you. God, he can hear your angelic voice sing these notes already. Your voice makes him have shivers run down his spine and fall more and more in love with you. Again, you are not of this world to him. Too perfect and pure for a creature like him.

Behind him, your voice rings out like a siren. He takes a deep breath in and closes his eyes, soaking up that beautiful sound.

“Hello, my darling,” he coos. He stays looking forward at his sheet music, not ready to see how you look when you first wake up. He never thought he’d get to see such a sight. You tread quietly and carefully. His heart pounds against his ribcage, waiting to feel your presence again. Instead, he gets a bigger surprise. Your hand slowly slides up his back, right along his shoulder blade, and down to his chest. Your touch paralyzes him and also lights him on fire.

“My Angel,” you breathe in his ear.

His body melts into your touch when he hears your voice like that, soft and beckoning. Your hands continue to roam over his chest and touch the part that’s exposed in the low V-neckline.

He finds himself closing his eyes and enjoying every second of this. Your hands travel up to his neck and eventually up to his face. He was sensitive about anyone looking at him for too long or getting their hands remotely too close to his mask. With you, he didn’t have that fear. You gave him the most peace.

He hears your breathing become ragged and uneven and he slowly turns to face you in his seat. Dear God, your face is more beautiful when you’re needy and groggily awake.

“What is it? You’re shaking,” he asks you, gently taking your hands in his and stilling you.

“Is this a dream?” You say in a haze, your eyes mapping every detail of his face.

“No, I’m right here. I’m real.”

“I don’t believe it,” you whisper.

He squeezes your hands a little tighter, trying to assure you. It doesn’t seem to phase you, though.

“I don’t know how else to convince you of that, my dear. I’m right here, waiting on your beck and call.”

Your eyes flutter and nod your head, your chest heaving in your nightgown. You suddenly lean down and press your lips to his in a long, sweet kiss. Now he’s convinced this is a dream. Your lips are so soft and perfect. At first, you’re a bit hesitant, not sure if this is reality. But his hands softly caress your head and try to give you comfort. Your arms wrap around his neck and he feels your body melt.

Your lips become more needy and the kisses get longer and more passionate. He begins to kiss back, feeling how much you want him. He lets his hands slowly roam down your back and to your waist, feeling the soft curve of your hips. His grip tightens slightly and he pulls you between his legs. He’s dying for more closeness. You can barely catch your breath and your hands claw at his shoulders.

He pulls away, wanting you to breathe and not get overwhelmed. Your eyes look at him in shock and with intoxication. Your beautiful gaze leaves him completely at your mercy. You can ask him anything in this world and he’d give it to you.

“My Angel, now I think I’m dreaming. What have I done to deserve this?” He asks a bit breathlessly.

“I don’t know… I just needed to feel you weren’t just some hallucination,” you pause and stare down at his hands wrapped around your waist and his spread legs.

“You look like you need to persuade yourself on the matter too…” You whimper.

His jaw clenches at that invitation and he feels every part of his body stiffen.

“Tell me when to wake up and stop if you don’t want me, okay. Promise me,” he growls.

You quickly nod your head, pressing your lips together.

“I promise.”

His heart gallops away and he breathes in slowly, trying not to get too overwhelmed. He lets his hands crumple your nightgown in his fist, feeling the smooth, supple flesh underneath. He pulls you in a bit closer, needing to put his lips on you and kisses your torso. You gasp, the feeling of his lips on your body surprises you. Your soft little sighs make him want to crumble at your feet. Your arms are wrapped around his neck again and you pepper kisses on the top of his head.

This must be what heaven is like. Blissful peace with you wrapped around him, kissing him like he’s all you have ever needed.

His fingers tremble when they graze your inner thigh, slithering higher and higher. He looks up at you expectantly, making sure you want this. You bite your bottom lip slightly and hold onto him tighter. His finger finds your slit and you’re dripping wet. He can’t help but grumble, pleased at the discovery.

You gasp as he rubs his finger back and forth, hitting your sensitive little bud. Your eyes flutter closed and let your head fall back. The sight is something to behold. He’s so in love with seeing you like this.

He adds another finger, rubbing through your wetness and your hips begin to grind against him.

“Does this feel good?” He asks.

You nod your head and whimper, fighting the pleasure coursing through you.

He just wants to hear your voice, what it sounds like when you’re being coaxed into climax.

“Tell me, let me hear you, my Angel,” he coos.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you let out this soft, whimpering cry. He can’t help crumble just watching you. The ecstasy that washes over your face with every motion of his fingers has him keening for more.

“Yes, yes I love it,” you whisper.

His body stiffens and he feels his heart beat like a drum in his chest. All he wants to do is please you. He can’t deny how he’s thought of having you in a moment like this. Having you crave him the same way he has for so long. It’s always been something he’s tried to hide from you. He tried not to look at you for too long or you might see his longing stare. He wants nothing more than to have you in his arms and kiss every inch of your skin.

His fingers continue to rub and tease at your entrance. You feel like heaven, melting in his hand and crying out for him in soft little whimpers. He’s gentle, and pushes the tip of his finger inside you. You gasp, holding onto his shoulders tightly and moaning when he moves in and out of you.

“Oh, oh my god,” you moan.

It’s like music to his ears. He loves hearing you come apart. He works you into a weak, needy mess. Your hips move and you place you knee on top of his thigh, spreading your legs apart for him. He wants to take all your clothes off and revel over your perfect skin. His other hand slowly lifts up your nightgown, where he sees your wetness covering his fingers. You look good enough to eat, perfect in every way and he is dying to have you.

He reminds himself to be patient; he has so much time with you. He doesn’t need to rush anything with you. He slowly adds another finger inside you and you nearly buckle. He has a firm grip on your hip again and stills you. You look at him with wild eyes and your chest heaving.

“You’re so wet for me. You feel so good,” he groans as his fingers keep exploring you.

You moan again and he feels you instantly flutter around his fingers. He shoots his eyes back up at you and watches your reaction very closely.

“Do you like this, my Angel? Do you like my finger begging for you to come undone?” He rasps.

Your body stiffens and you flutter around him again.

You like to hear his voice it seems…

He can’t hide the smirk that’s formed on his face with this new discovery. He begins to curl his fingers inside you and watch you lose all control.

“Yes, you’re making me feel so good. I- I feel like I’m going to-,” you struggle for words.

“I know, I know. Just fall apart my dear. I’ll catch you,” he assures you.

He discovers this part inside you that makes you roll your eyes back and moan with pleasure. Damn it he can’t get enough of this. Why do you have to be so perfect when he is far from it? He keeps pushing there and feeling your walls begin to squeeze.

“That’s it Angel, let go. You’re doing so good.”

You let out a cry that echoes amongst the lair. Your body holds onto him tighter, leaning your weight onto him as your walls squeeze around his fingers. The more he moves his hand, the more sounds from your wet core came out and made him want more of you. Your chest heaves against him as your fingers scratch at his back.

You put all your weight on him and sit on his lap, unable to hold yourself up anymore. He slowly takes his fingers out of you and you whimper at the loss of him. You both look into each other’s eyes and have just the sound of your breathing filling his ears. Your eyes search his face for something. Your face looks flushed but still gorgeous in every way.

“What is it?” He murmurs in your ear, then kisses your cheek softly.

“I want you. I want to make you feel the same way I do. I want to touch you.” You have a neediness in your tone, almost begging him to let you touch him.

His first instinct is to say no. He doesn’t want you to see him bare with nothing left to hide. You deserved better. On the other hand, he was dying to have you. Touch every inch of your body and pull you into his, making love to you like he’s dreamed.

How was he to say no to you? Your eyes silently begged for his attention and your hand softly caressed his face. He melts under your touch and all inhibitions go out the door. He kisses the palm of your hand and revels in the feeling of your skin. He trails kisses down your arm and across your chest. You let him touch you freely and moan softly when he reaches sensitive spots on your neck.

He pauses briefly and look up into your eyes again.

“I need you terribly. You don’t want me to wake up from this dream yet?” He asks.

“No please, I want you too,” you whimper.

He smiles at you and peppers kisses on your cheeks. You’re warm under his lips and the rest of your body roars with heat against him. God, he loves you so much it shouldn’t be possible. He wants to savor every moment of this with you.

He lifts you off of him momentarily while he sheds his pants. He then takes your hand and pulls you back in, needing you closer than ever. Your eyes survey him and look back up at him with flushed cheeks. Without hesitation, you straddle his hips and sit in his lap. One by one, the buttons on his shirt get undone and you push it off his frame.

He needs to feel more of your skin too. He quickly pulls your nightgown off and gets to look at your perfect skin, full breasts, and trembling legs. Your hands trace his body to memory, slowly going down his chest, to his torso, until they find his length. You stop, not sure if you should go any lower. He wanted your touch so bad, he couldn’t hide it any longer.

He takes your hand and wraps it around his length. Damn it, it felt so good. He guides you through how he likes to be touched with firm, long strokes. You watch and bite your bottom lip, becoming needier by the second. His mouth kisses and begins to suck on your breasts, leaving little purple splotches behind.

Your breathing is labored and your face is covered with pleasure as your hand keeps moving on him. He greedily takes your nipple in his mouth and sucks on it, eliciting a carnal groan from you. He had a feeling you might like it.

His cock aches for more of you and he lifts you up by the hips. You let go of his length and brace your hands on his shoulders. He looks at you to make sure you want this as badly as he does. You tremble with need and beg for him. He can’t keep you waiting any longer.

He slowly lowers you down on his length and stills. God, you feel like heaven. So warm and tight around him, you instantly flutter around the first few inches. You can’t catch your breath and look at him in shock. He nods at you, trying to get you to calm down.

“You feel so good, you’re doing so good,” he coos.

You smile and lean in to kiss him.

It’s a fiery, passionate kiss, nothing like the ones before. You were burning from the inside out and needed to get this burning desire satisfied. He kisses back with equal amounts of passion, pulling you in by the back of your head and pulling your hair slightly. You groaned in between kisses and whimpered his name. He grows even hungrier for you and just wants to taste you. His tongue flicks your bottom lip, seeing if you’d like it. It shocks you at first, not expecting him to do that. But you do it back to him and he groans heavily. He claims your mouth as his own, swirling his tongue around yours and loving the way you taste.

He pushes you down to take more of him and pulls you back up. You break the kiss with a gasp that turns into a groan.

“Oh God, please… please you felt good like that,” you groan.

His heart thumps wildly at your cries.

“Like this?” He asks, pushing you down on him again.

You let your head fall back and groan loudly.

“Yes,” you whimper.

He moves you a gradual pace taking little by little, but you love it when he’s filled you completely. You squeeze around him like this and it makes it hard not to want to finish right now. He continues to pepper your angel-like skin with his kisses as you ride him, telling him how much you love this.

Your hands beg for him to kiss you more, to have him talk to you through this, to give you more of his cock like you haven’t gotten enough of it so far. Every kiss and every motion of your hips brings him closer to climax. He’s in too much shock that this is happening with you. He can feel how your body is aching and throbbing with every thrust he’s giving you. The way you squeeze your eyes shut and have your jaw drop when he bottoms out is almost all it takes for him to finish.

Your walls flutter around him and you press your lips together, trying to hold back.

“Cum for me, let me watch you,” he says breathlessly, thrusting you faster on him.

You open your eyes and grunt, barely able to catch your breath. Your eyes meet his and he watches you crumble. Your tight walls squeeze around him and the waves of your orgasm hit you. At first, a bit gently, then, in massive thundering crashes. Your hips chase the high you’re feeling and continue to move while you climax. Every squeeze from you makes him groan like a feral animal. You feel too damn good; you have ruined him for life.

He can’t hold back any longer and comes with you, ragged and needy. He bucks his hips up into you as he pours himself into your core. You groan with him as you feel his warmth coating the inside of you. He feels like he’s not on earth with you. This couldn’t happen in real life but somehow, it’s happened to him. You slow down but keep riding him, almost in a daze that this happened. He tries to catch his breath but fails. Especially with you still moving on his sensitive length.

After a while, you’re exhausted and wrap your arms around his neck and collapse onto him. He sighs in content, feels overwhelmed and overjoyed. His nose is buried in your beautiful auburn curls, making you look more like an angel than a woman. He memorizes the scent of your hair; citrusy with a hint of rosemary. He’s loves that’s he’s gotten to be this close to you and soak up all these details he’s never known before.

“I need to wake up, my Angel,” he coos softly.

“No, I don’t want to leave you,” you protest.

He lifts you off of him and grunts at the sensation. His eyes quickly examine how you look. Perfect as ever. He kissed you too much, leaving your lips a bit red and swollen. His eyes trailed down to the inside of your thighs, where both of your arousals leaked down. He shouldn’t like seeing that as much as he did but it drove him nearly mad. He wanted to make love to you like this again and again.

“You don’t have to go anywhere, I just need you to rest now,” he declares, sweeping you off your feet and picking you up in his arms.

You squeal, surprised that he picked you up so swiftly but almost instantly nuzzle into his chest. He takes you back into the bedroom, lying you down in the middle of the bed and covering your naked body with a blanket.

“Rest, it’s late my Angel,” he tries to persuade.

You grab his wrist before he turns away.

“Don’t go, rest with me,” you beg. Those doe eyes kill him every time.

“I don’t think I can rest in this bed with you,” he says bluntly.

You stare at him, a bit shocked, but a subtle smirk forms across your lips.