You're heavily pregnant when it hits you just how outrageously spoiled sylus' daughter is going to be
sylus x pregnant reader ⥠fluff ⥠1.3k words
Youâre 8 months pregnant with Sylusâ child, and it is no easy feat. But what did you expect? The man is huge. His towering figure and sharp features exude dominance and power, though his soul held nothing of the sort. At least not with you.Â
You're lying on the egregiously expensive leather couch, hand rested on the underside of your belly. You canât do much these days, not that youâre incapable; youâre just too tired. You swear this baby is sucking all the energy out of you.Â
Sylus has been away on some type of âbusiness tripâ for the last week. He has texted you at least 4 times a day, constantly checking on your comfort. He even orders the chef to make you specific foods you mention in passing from halfway across the world.Â
Luke and Kieran (surprisingly) arenât here. They had tagged along on the so-called business trip. You guess that whatever business Sylus was doing was more serious than he let on. He spared the details, not wanting to alarm you. These past months, the twins have been your shadows, ensuring your safety and comfort everywhere you went. Â
Sylus dreaded leaving you. You had become more clingy since getting pregnant; just his scent would bring you comfort. You had no shame about it either, embracing him in the doorway when he returned home, nuzzling his chest to breathe in his scent as deeply as humanly possible. Sylus loved it, petting your hair and saying, âI missed you too, sweetie.â You often found yourself burying your nose into his pillow while he was away.Â
Unfortunately, Sylus had to be away even more often now. With the impending birth of his daughter, he wanted to settle things in the N109 quickly. He needed to make sure his daughter would grow in a safe, stable environment. She would never question her dad's return home or worry if he was injured.Â
You sit up on the couch, rubbing your lower back. God, your back hurts. Just as you were about to grab your phone and text Sylus, you heard the door leading to the garage open. Sylus is finally home. You breathe out a sigh of relief. You slowly lift yourself from the plush couch, eager to greet your husband. You make it not even two steps when the twins come rushing into the living roomÂ
Luke and Kieran, clad in their black uniforms and crow masks, are carrying bags. Shopping bags. Lots of shopping bags. Easily six massive bags hooked onto each arm, with a few of Sylusâ men trailing behind them with even more. âBosslady!â Luke said excitedly, dropping an armful of bags onto the floor. âWe missed you!â Kieran nodded at his brotherâs words, âYeah, and Bossman missed you too. He wouldnât shut up about it.â
You nodded, staring at the mountain of shopping bags that was now invading your living room. âYeah⊠I missed you guys too,â you said, taking a step towards the bags. They're all from baby stores, luxury children's boutiques, maternity wear stores, you name it. âWhereâs Sylus?â you ask, wanting to speak to the true perpetrator.Â
As soon as you mention his name, in he walks, looking as effortlessly gorgeous as usual. For a split second, the idea of dragging him to your bed consumes your thoughts, but you swiftly suppress it. Then you notice his hands. He has more bags. He drops them the moment he sets his eyes on you.Â
He takes two long strides towards you. âSweetie,â he says, pulling you into his chest. âI missed you so, so much.â You pull back and look up into his eyes. His hands quickly come up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing your cheekbones. âWe missed you too,â you say, looking down at your swollen belly. He leans down to kiss you, chaste and gentle, but you do the unthinkable. You deny him.
You push against his chest and take a step back. He drops his hands to his side in shock. Did you really just deny him the otherworldly pleasure of kissing his wife? He canât remember the last time you did that, if ever. What could he have done wrong?
You stare directly into his wide, shocked eyes, crossing your arms. âSylus,â you say, long and drawn out, âplease enlighten me as to why there are, like, a hundred shopping bags in our living room.â You gesture to the room.Â
He chuckles and adjusts his watch. âI just thought I would get a few things for you and the baby, kitten,â he says nonchalantly, stepping toward you again and settling his arm around your waist, dropping his head towards your ear. âAs an apology for being away so long,â he whispers.
âSylus,â you grab at his arm, âwe do not need all this. We already have a fully stocked nursery.âÂ
âSo?â
âSo? So we donât need all this unnecessary stuff, Sylus!â
âDonât you want our baby to have the best?âÂ
âYes, but this is too much! Sheâs going to be spoiled!âÂ
âWhatâs wrong with that?â he asks, cocking his head to the side like a curious cat.Â
It hits you then. You had never really thought about it before. This baby was going to be spoiled, and her father saw absolutely nothing wrong with it. What did you expect from the man that had the entire N109 zone shaking in their boots?
Luke, Kieran, and the rest of Sylusâ men have slowly filed out of the room, leaving you and Sylus alone with the mountain of shopping bags.Â
You peel his arm off your body, grabbing the first tissue paper-filled shopping bag that you see. You hold it up towards Sylus and pull out the contents. âSee? Why does our baby need aâŠâ you actually take a good look at whatâs in your hand: âA Swarovski crystal-encrusted onesie! Really, Sylus?â You give him a deadpan look and drop the onesie back into the bag.Â
 âItâs cute, kitten. Do I need another reason?â He crosses his arms and shrugs his shoulders, as casual as ever.Â
You pick up another bag. âA-and this, a Louboutin baby shoe? She wonât even be able to walk.âÂ
âFashion doesnât always mean practicality, sweetie.âÂ
âA pure silk blanket? That's not even useful.âÂ
âIt matches our robes.â
âFour different types of breast pumps? These are like $400 each.âÂ
âI want to make sure you find whatâs best for you.â
âOkay, thatâs actually very sweet. Thank you, honey.â You sigh, defeated. Your husband practically worships the ground that you walk on. You canât even begin to imagine the lengths that he would go to for your children.
He slinks back over to you, placing one hand on your belly and the other around your back to pull you close. You succumb to his embrace, unable to resist your husband's affections any longer. You drop your head onto his chest, wrapping your arms around him. âOur daughter is going to be spoiled, isnât she?â you ask. âYes,â he answers, almost too quickly. âThereâs nothing I can do about it, is there?â he sighs into your hair. âNo, my love, no, there is not.âÂ
You look up at him, getting on your tippy toes, urging him to lean closer. He leans down, your lips inch closer to his, nearly touching. âJust try not to spoil her rotten. Okay, Sy?â His breath fans over your nose.
 âWith a mother like you?â he says, voice dripping with devotion. âShe could never be rotten.â You smile at him.
Finally, after a whole week of being deprived of him, you kiss your husband. It was long, and gentle, and perfect.
Of course your daughter is going to be spoiled. You suppose you are spoiled too. Â
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âżâ§âË âŸ. â say yes to heaven đ€ sylus ç§Š ââŽïžËïœĄâ âż
pairing âżâ§âË: lads sylus x reader
summary âżâ§âË: 3+1: three times Sylus suppresses his desire to have you, and one time his control finally snaps. sprinkled with relationship fluff, size difference, love confessions and whole lot of overthinking from our fav crow boy.
word count âżâ§âË: 13.6k (a whole ass freaking novella, grab a snack.)
tropes âżâ§âË: 18+, 3+1, smut, but packed with feelings, fluff, est. relationship, body worship, plot with porn??, love confessions, sylus is obsessed, and so in love, first times implied, p in v, size difference, (by size difference i mean sylus is freaking huge, like a mountain of a man, so big it actually makes him nervous bc u so small, every single one of us would be a small dot next to him thatâs my personal headcanon, have you seen his ib memory? yeah, yeah u have this man HUGE), anyways what is protection they donât use it donât be like them, needy sylus, pet names, everything is consensual, awooo.
Sylus usually considered himself to be a patient man.
He occasionally did act on his desiresâhe could admit that muchâbut when it came to the things he truly cared about, the things he treasured, he didnât mind the wait. He knew that the best things in life came at a price, and if the currency was time, in this case he was willing to pay in full. He knew it was worth it. That you were worth it.
You, who accepted him as he was, with all his flaws and imperfections, making his life better every day you were together. You, who were so brave, gentle, and kind that you made him want to become a better man tooâjust so that one day, he could say he truly deserved you. You, who he had completely fallen for, unable to imagine a world in which he wouldnât make the same choice of courting you all over again.
Thatâs why he wanted nothing more than to treasure and respect you in every aspect of lifeâincluding intimacy and his own desires. And to be perfectly candid, he had plenty of those from the very moment he laid eyes on you. But he wanted to act like a gentleman, never rushing you into anything. He was patient, waiting for you to make the first move. He wanted to be sure you trusted him, that you werenât afraid of himâor of the things he wanted to do to you if he ever got the chance.
And even after several months of officially dating you, he still stuck to his resolve, despite the unhealthy hunger growing inside him. He was adamant that you make the first move, even though the waiting was slowly killing him from the insideâhis desires burning through his skin, desperate to see the light of your glossy eyes, to feel you squirming beneath him, and to hear your soft moans and whimpers, letting him know that you wanted him too.
He wanted you passionately. He didnât desire anyone or anything else in his life. He had never thought of anyone else in such terms, which made the wait much more bearable, fun even. The occasional tension in the air only made things between you even more intriguing. Sylus wondered when the moment would come for you to finally let him explore you, taste you, just as he had wanted since the first time he held you in his arms.
He was a patient man. An inquisitive one, but patient nonetheless.
But it was just getting too much for him to handle lately.
He wondered if you were doing this on purpose. Were you trying to make him go feral with want, push him into some action? Maybe you were just too shy to ask for something more, and decided to coax him to take you right then and there? Was it an act? A part of your meticulous, sneaky plan?
He felt his sanity slowly dissipating.
âSylus? Please, hurry up and help me, we have to go!â You turned your head to look at him, your lips puckered in an adorable pout, and your feet anxiously shifting from one to the other, the sound of your beautiful black heels clicking against the floor of your apartment. The red soles didnât go unnoticed by him.
And what didnât go unnoticed as well was how breathtakingly gorgeous you looked, dressed in your tight black gown that accentuated the figure he was obsessed with.
However, he was a strong man. He could look at you in a dress and not get an instant boner; he wasnât some mere beast. But when you asked for his help, he realized that life hadnât prepared him for everything you had up your sleeve.
Because right now, you stood before him, your back turned toward him, holding your hair in your hands and exposing a zipper that you wanted him to take care of. A zipper that ran from your neck down, down, down to your red lace panties, which peeked out from beneath the unzipped black material.
He turned his head upward at the sight, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose, a silent prayer escaping his lips. If God existed, He was not merciful this time.
He could also clearly see that you werenât wearing a bra, the soft skin of your back exposed, slightly hidden under the material of the dress. Hadnât he suffered enough?
He wanted to bark. Badly.
Oh fuck, was he really going to bark?
He hoped not.
âSy?â The nickname almost made his legs buckle. He needed a moment to calm himself after just one look at you, and it seemed to take him much longer than what would be considered natural. The impatience in your voice betrayed your desire not to be late for the opera performance, which he had promised to take you to today. He gulped audibly and realized that you had no idea what you were doing to himâand that scared him.
If you were this dangerous unintentionally, how will he survive when youâll finally, consciously decide to take things further?
âYes. Yes, of course, sweetie.â He managed to choke out and stepped closer to you, your delectable scent overwhelming his senses. He tried to hide the slight tremble in his hands as he reached for the zipper at the bottom of your dress. When he zipped you up, he took his sweet time caressing your body with his knuckles, basking in the soft feeling of your skin and the dangerous touch of the lace of your panties. He hoped you couldnât hear his heartbeatâor see the pink in his cheeks. He couldnât remember the last time he had blushed, but now he was sure of it, judging by the warmth on his face.
He was hopeless. Utterly ruined.
âThere you go.â He said quietly, caressing your beautiful hair with his fingers, smoothing the creases which appeared after your hold. He brushed it from your neck and planted a slow kiss there, his movements far too composed for someone who was boiling with desire inside.
âThank you. I couldnât reach it at all and weâre already short on time.â You put your hand on his head, patting it gently and sighing when he touched your waist. He couldnât help but squeeze you there, feeling the warmth of your skin through the soft material of your dress. You understood this gesture as teasing and giggled adorably.
âYou look magnificent, my dove.â The compliment slipped through his lips, earning him your sweet smile and a kiss on a cheek. He watched as you passed him to grab your purse, going straight to the front door, leaving him behind. Trusting heâll follow your step, as he always did.
Sylus closed his eyes and touched the very spot on his cheek where your lips had grazed, releasing a sigh that could be interpreted as both contentment and a silent prayer for endurance.
âYou coming, Sy?â He could hear you calling for him, and he opened his eyes. His left one shone brightly at him from his reflection on the window. His Evol proved useless when his body already made it abundantly clear whatâor whomâhe desired the most.
âI fucking wish.â He whispered under his breath, turned around, and walked up to you, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as he reveled in the weight of your body pressing against him. His ears were graced by your little squeal, that quickly transformed into uncontrollable laughter, a sound he wanted to record and play every time you were away.
You slapped his back playfully and joked about wanting to use your legs once in a while, and he laughed, saying that he just wanted to make sure that he had all he needed with him. Then, he grabbed his coat with his Evol, and used it to slam the door after you both went out. He hoped that the lust he felt, which started to get out of his control, managed to stay behind them.
He waited for so long; how hard could it be to wait for another couple of months?
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Hard.
Tremendously hard, both theoretically and physically, given the reaction of his body upon the contact.
He shifted slightly so that you wouldnât feel his growing bulge against your core, his hands hovered over your thighs, his cheeks flaming hot. He was about to fucking pass out.
But you were none the wiser, sitting on his body, strangling him with your soft, mouth-watering thighs, practically rubbing yourself against him, and performing your little dance of victory after pushing him to the ground during your sparring.
Normally, he would have laughed with you and treasured your moment of happiness, his senses overwhelmed by pride as he watched you get better and better at self-defense with every practice.
But that was just cruel.
Not only did you show up in that little piece of fabric covering your breasts, something you dared to call a sports bra, its thin straps reminiscent of a fish net, offering NO support whatsoever for your charms, but you also dared to wear that pair of leggings you claimed you had bought with your friend during your last trip to the mall.
And they were leaving nothing for his imagination, your every curve hugged tightly, every dip deliciously emphasized. And fuck, you looked gorgeous in wine red. You knew you did.
âI got it in your color! Do you like it?â You asked upon entering his gym, twirling for him like the most adorable fucking thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, your arms up and your hair still untied. He did saw red, and it wasnât just the color of your clothing.
His color. His girl in his color, he was going absolutely feral.
âI do.â He choked out, and tried to avert his eyes from your posture but lost that battle quickly. âYou look stunning. My little gem.â He answered and you dared to look at him sheepishly, your face showing the signs of getting flustered.
âIâm not just a gem anymore. Iâm a professional fighter.â You playfully punched his shoulder, jumping around and mimicking boxing moves, making him laugh out loud as he grabbed your fists in his hands. He pulled you closer to him and kissed your forehead, his arms wrapping around your frame.
âIs that an apology in advance?â You asked him when his lips left your skin. He smirked, his brow raising.
âMight be. Today weâll be practicing attacks and knocking down your opponent.â
âMe? Knocking you down?â You looked at him with disbelief, your hands dropping to your sides, already defeated. âIâm doomed. Sylus, canât I knock down Luke or Kieran instead?â Your cute pout and hands clasped in a begging gesture made him laugh again, as he fixed the bandages on your hands.
âAnd you think they would be easier to conquer?â
âYes. Obviously, yes.â
âBut they wouldnât make sure youâre not going to hurt yourself, kitten, and I already know your patternsâŠâ He leaned over you, his hot breath caressing your ear, making you shiver. His hands avoided touching your body. âAnd weak spotsâŠâ A whisper and a gentle bite on your earlobe were enough to send your adrenaline soaring.
âYouâ!â You jumped from him, like a little kitten, your face flustered and gaze filled with playful threat. âYouâre going down mister. Youâre SO going dooown.â
And down he went.
Right under your soft body, squashed between your warm tights, looking up at your beautiful lips twisted in an adorable, cunning smirk.
Oh, the way he loved you. The way he wanted to have you. The intensity of that feeling started to suffocate him.
âOkay, you got me, sweetie.â He choked out and tried his best to sound as nonchalant as possible. But nothing about this situation was nonchalantâyour soft tights squeezing his waist and your butt pressing on his weak spot almost made him see stars. He grabbed your waist to try to stop your body from moving and gritted his teeth, fighting with himself to not buckle his hips up. âNow, up. I admit defeat.â
Defeat that had to do with the improvement of your skills and the force of your little fists, yes, but also with the way Sylus was distracted by your body, his eyes wandering everywhere during the battle, but not the places he should actually pay attention to.
Apparently, he was a weak, weak man, when the situation concerned you. Weak and impossibly horny.
âHmm, Iâm not sure if I want to.â You answered, a mischievous glint adored your gaze. He drank that expression in.
Beautiful. You were absolutely beautiful, sitting on him, your body sparkling with sweat, face red from the exhaustion. How could he keep his mind from going places? âI think I like you like this.â His eyebrows went up, and cheeks felt a little bit too warm for his liking.
What were you trying to say?
âYes? Like what, kitten?â His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest. He knew that you could feel it, one of your hands rested on top of it, stroking his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin through his shirt. He shivered, his body covered in goosebumps, finding the gentle touch too intense, somehow.
âTowering over you.â His breath hitched; his heart almost stopped its beating. âItâs much easier to look at your face when Iâm like this. Itâs nice.â His heart squeezed instead, your confession turning out to be more touching than teasing, and he cursed himself internally for belittling your interactions and intimacy lately. His mind immediately assumed sexual undertones, where everything you were doing with him, at your own, unique pace should be more than enough for him.
âYou like looking at me that much, huh?â He answered, his hand going up to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. He smiled with content, and he put his hand at the nape of your neck, hoping youâll understand the implications.
You did. Not a second later you lowered your body so that you were lying on top of him, one of his hands holding you to himself by your waist, pressing you even closer together. He acknowledged how much he loved your full weight on his body, your hearts pressed so close to each other they started beating as one.
You put your hands on his cheeks, smiled down at him, and pressed a small kiss to one of his eyelids, and then to the tip of his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling.
âOf course. Youâre my beautiful boy, Sylus.â You whispered to him, a smile adoring your face and he couldnât help himself. He pulled you close by your neck and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, almost whimpering into your mouth from the intensity of his feelings.
You reciprocated the kiss, not hesitating even for a second, and soon, both of your lips were swollen and glistening, your minds filled with sparkles and cotton.
You were the one to break the kiss, your mind going dizzy, body trembling from the arousal. He could feel it without using his Evolâthe desire that raised within you, the fire that now flowed through your veins. His eyes sparkled with anticipation.
One moment and youâll go pliant against him, melting into his embrace.
One second, and heâll finally taste heaven, be as close to you as anyone ever has been.
âY/N, will it be alright if Iââ He started speaking, your eyes looking at him from above as you held onto his cheek and neck, caressing his skin with your thumbs, making him feel oh, so cherished. Yet, he didnât manage to finish the request because a sudden crash from the door opening pierced through the silent room, popping your comfortable bubble in an instant.
You jumped out of his embrace, leaving him cold and yearning, his hands sliding over his face in frustration.
âBossââ
âLuke, Kieran it better be fucking important.â Sylus hissed through his teeth, and the fact that he didnât even try to hide his frustration made you huff out a laugh and you quickly covered your mouth with your hand. You didnât want to laugh at him so openly, hiding how adorable his anger towards boys seemed to you at that moment.
His eyes caught yours, lured by the bubbly sound, and one of the corners of his mouth went up slightly. He raised his hand to your covered mouth and brought your hand down with his fingers, revealing your smile.
âIt is, Boss! The Girm Company chairman called and demanded a meeting in thirty minutes.â Luke said quickly, Kieran peeking out from behind his shoulder. âAnd he didnât want to take ânoâ for an answer.â Kieran added, his body now revealed.
You were not sure if Sylus was even listening, his eyes glued to your face, his fingers tracing the line of your smile absentmindedly. He still didnât raise from the floor of the ring, his posture relaxed, one arm now resting behind his head.
âThat bastard.â He answered under his breath, and closed his eyes in annoyance for a second and when he opened them, they were once again glued to you. âIf you donât want me to leave, just say a word.â He said, and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. The back of his hand started a slow caress of your cheek, and you felt embarrassed, knowing that the boys were still looking at you both, waiting for Sylusâs answer.
âItâs okay, Sy. I actually have some errands to run in Linkon so I better get going.â You answered, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his fingers. His breath hitched, eyes following the movement with a longing deep in his chest. âBesides, Iâm tired of beating your ass today. Save some dignity for the next time.â You added with a mischievous look, poking his hard chest with your finger teasingly.
The laugh that came out of his chest was suddenâloud, deep, and so sincere that it warmed your chest, your lips spreading in a proud smile. He grabbed your hand off of his chest and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips. The mirth in his eyes clearly visible, the affection bare and tangible.
âYou are so generous, sweetie. Letting your pray off the hook so easily.â He couldnât stop smiling even when he was raising to his feet, his hand going to massage his left shoulder. He looked at you and offered you his hand, which you immediately accepted. He helped you stand, his eyes tracing your every move, still unable to look away.
Your body entranced him, your presence lit a fire in his veins. The point where your hands touched warm and almost overwhelming. His desire for more once again proven unquenchable.
âBoys, let him know Iâll be there. It seems that I need to remind him who actually is in the position to make demands.â His voice was now authoritative, followed by the boysâ exclamations of âWill do, boss,â along with two salutes send his way.
And they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.
âDonât be too harsh on the chairman. I donât want to get in the way of your business.â He saw you turn to him with a worried expression on your face, and he leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on the spot for much longer than necessary.
âHmm, Iâm afraid thatâs impossible.â He took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles, looking deep into your eyes. The sadness of you parting ways already blooming inside him. âThey cut our time together short, so Iâm planning on making them pay for that offense generously.â He smirked and watched you shake your head with disbelief, a small smile gracing your lips.
âI already miss you.â He heard you saying and you surprised him by throwing your arms around his neck, then kissing him almost senseless.
He closed his eyes and returned the kiss, which was starting to border on filthy. His hands grabbed your frame, pressing you closer to him, as his body bent toward you.
When you parted, your breaths were hot and heavy, a string of saliva still keeping your mouths connected. He stared at the filthy sight, his heart pounding in his chest, his boxers starting to become a rather tight fit. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away gently, your fingers trailing downward until they grazed his abdomen. He gulped audibly and remained still, watching you walk further and further away. He didnât trust himself to move even an inch, afraid he wouldnât be able to restrain himself anymore.
âBye, Sylus. Iâll let you know when I get home safely.â You told him, walking away backwards now, your eyes not leaving his. âAnd weâll continue what we started next time, okay, Boss?â The last part a whisper from your sweet lips, almost making him drop to his knees right then and there. You waved at him, shyness visible on your cheeks, and then you left him in the middle of the ring, stunned and filled with excruciating desire to finally have you.
Next time.
He groaned, his hands covering his blushing face, his mind already imagining the things heâll do to you, only if you let him. God, he hoped that youâll let him.
He did arrive late to the meeting that day, having to compose himself for much longer than you would have expected. He also made sure the chairman regretted keeping him away from youâyour softness, your scent, an addictive drug he never wanted to be deprived of. The audacity to take that from him deserved nothing less than the highest of punishments.
He couldnât help it; he already missed you.
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Sylus could write poems about his beloved, listing all her remarkable qualities and quirks; however, not once would he describe her as elegant and composed.
You usually were a tornado of various emotions, a temple of the things you cherished, your expressions lively and loud, honest and unrestrained.
You were also a bit clumsyâan occasional stumble, a bump to your limb now and then, or a broken glass wasnât anything that Sylus hadnât see you do before. He often worried about you and your safety, with new bruises appearing on your body from bumping into things or a piece of glass piercing through your delicate skin. Sometimes, he wished he could protect you from yourself too, but all he could do was press a kiss to every small injury you sustained from your hectic movements.
All bumps aside, he utterly adored that quality of yours. Every time he caught you acting awkwardly his chest seemed to shrink on itself, his heart squeezing, cute aggression overcoming his senses. You were just so adorable in those moments, the sight always reminding him of a little fawn, beautiful but uneasy on its feet. His craving to grab you and hold you in his arms, protecting you from the whole world, was strong; the urge to press a kiss to your forehead, then to kiss you senseless, even stronger. You were his little chaos: wonderful in your unexpectedness, extraordinary in every sense of the word.
Needless to say, he was used to your adorable clumsiness. He loved it.
That was probably why his brain stopped working when you proved to be everything but clumsy while playing the games at the local funfair. Your moves sure and precise, your gaze locked onto the targets, your body positioned exactly how it should be in order to gain the reward you wantedâwhether it was a new plushie, a funky gadget or even some snacks.
And he had to say that this new, confident, borderline cocky behavior you were displaying was making him feel some things.
âWait, let me try this time.â You said the first time he couldnât score the prize, the claw mocking him relentlessly, wounding his pride.
You got that plushie in one, excellent attempt.
âLet me get that for you, Sy.â You proposed later, seeing him eyeing a figurine of a crow that reminded him of Mephisto. You were able to get not only that, but also a coupon for a food stall that served the best waffles youâve ever eaten. As for Sylus, the sweetness of the treat paled in comparison to your blinding smile, with whipped cream still staining the corner of your mouth. He swiped it away with his thumb, then licked the digit, sending you a wink in the process.
He took pride in your blush, especially when making each other red that day started to feel like a competition between you two, whether you were aware of it or not.
âYou want this one? Say no more, handsome.â Your words almost making him choke, your hands already grabbing the controls, your body bending over the machine, offering him a wonderful view of your ass. The tips of his ears immediately started to feel as if caught on fire. Even though he knew that you were teasing him, the pet name sounding foreign from your lips, he liked the feeling of you taking the initiative.
He also couldnât stop his eyes from wandering, your body presented to him in a way that felt illegal to watch. He swiped his gaze up from the nape of your neck to your shoulders, taking note of your delicious-looking waist, perky butt, and thighs, which seemed lonely without his hands squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
The cheerful sound of the machine made him snap back into reality, just as you were looking over your shoulder, sending him the sexiest, oh so sexy, proud smirk he ever saw in his life. He smirked right back, even though his legs felt disturbingly like jelly.
âIâm starting to think you enjoy this.â He remarked, grabbing the prize from your hands once again, the rest of your treasures already sitting comfortably in the back of his car. You send him a mischievous smile and fixed your hair, your fingers threading through the strands, the smell of your perfume reaching him once again during that night.
He wanted to devour you.
âAnd whatâs wrong with that?â One of your hands grabbed his bicep, holding on to him as you started your lazy stroll in search of yet another entertainment. âYou always get me things. And since I know now that you suck at these games, I have a perfect opportunity to return the favor.â He laughed at that, his hand moving to flick your forehead.
âI donât suck at these games, all of them are tempered with, sweetie. I actually find it astonishing that you are so good at them.â His reply kind of soothing his wounded pride, his mind once again remembering your movements from before. The way you moved with confidence and grace, the little smirks and winks you send his way. His blood started to boil several stalls ago, and it hasnât calmed since. âMakes one wonder about the extent of your abilities.â
The new, cocky, and self-confident side of you aroused him almost to the point of him grabbing you by the waist and taking you to his car, taking advantage of his tined widows.
âIt all comes down to having a good strategy, as someone once taught me.â You said, repeating the words Sylus is always saying to you during your training, a mirth lacing your tone. How he adored you.
âWise counseling you have here, kitten. You must have a fantastic teacher, if his lessons are proving to be useful anywhere you go.â The smile not leaving your face making him never want to look away.
âOh, yes, he is. And an eye-candy too.â You touched his nose with the tip of your finger teasingly while he laughed. He stopped walking and turned to you fully, his arms closing around your waist, bringing you to him, close enough for your bodies to touch. The height difference always made him dizzy, with your head fully tilted upward in order to catch his gaze.
âMm. Maybe thatâs a quality he learned from you.â His tone quiet, one of his hands going to touch your cheek, his thumb pressing on your bottom lip. You appeared stunned. âI cannot think of someone sweeter than you. If heâs a candy, youâre one delectable dessert.â He whispered, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips, their reddish tone reminding him of a little cherry. He was fighting with himself not to put his hands on your ass, and squeeze the flesh that you kept pushing his way from the very beginning of your date, or not to place a kiss on your smart little mouth, which kept sending him these playful smirks all day long. He knew that if he started here, he would not be able to stop. No one would be capable of separating him from you, public place be damned.
His desire boiling inside him, threatening to melt his vessels and pour from his body, enveloping you in a tight, pleasurable embrace. He felt feverish, your body pressed to his giving him all the warmth he ever needed, molding his thoughts to fit only your frame.
You were perfect in his eyes. Your body, the perfect shape for him to hold, your face the only one he wanted to remember. And the way he felt when he was with youâso immensely happy, so carefree, so rightâwas a feeling he had never even dreamed about having. Your banter, little jokes and witty comments made him so at ease he never wanted to stop talking to you, afraid of depriving himself of even a second of the comfort you brought him: the knowledge that he could speak his mind freely, for you understood him beyond the limitations of language. By your side, he could be himself, the thoughts in his head quiet, giving way to expressing himself in any way he wanted. His little taste of heaven: the time you spent together.
He loved you. So intensely it used to scare him, but now he was offering himself willingly, no longer afraid of rejection. Even though you both still didnât acknowledge it out loud, the feeling lingered in the air between you â a delectable sweetness, a comforting fragrance.
He wanted you. Body and soul. Soul and body. He liked to think he already had your soul in grasp, your actions and openness served as a perfect proof of that, yet your body was still his to claim. And the fact that there was still a part of you he didnât manage to possess, to thoroughly acknowledge, frustrated him inconceivably.
Especially because you had that strong of an effect on him. Everything you did capable of driving him perfectly insane. Oh, how you had him wrapped around your little finger, without being aware how completely obsessed he was with you.
âIs that so?â His gaze went from your hypnotizing eyes back to your lips, drinking in every single whisper. You stood on your tiptoes, the sight making his hands squeeze your waist tighter, his breath quickening, mind trying to process closer distance. âIf he keeps sweet-talking me like this, then I guess he will finally get to taste it.â You grabbed his chin and tilted it down, pressing a soft, drawn-out kiss to his lips. His eyes closed immediately, desperate to heighten his senses. He wanted this kiss to last, both in the moment and later in his memory.
And just as he was about to wrap his arms around your back, pulling you closer, hiding your body from everyone else just to steal a few more kisses, you stepped back, the quiet sound of a smooch echoing between you. He bit his lip, almost drawing blood, restraining himself from chasing after your lips.
âCâmon now. I still have a few tricks up my sleeve that I need to show you.â You gripped his hand tighter and started to walk toward one of the booths. You sent him a smile over your shoulder, making his efforts to calm his racing heart futile. âAnd then maybe we can grab some cotton candy? All this talk about sweets made me crave some.â
âAnything for you, sweetie.â He answered absentmindedly, your taste still lingering on his lips. How were you always able to move on from the kisses so quickly? It would be the only thing he could think about in the next minutes.
âAnd what do you want?â
âHmm?â The question shocked him, his eyebrows going up, his eyes intently observing your face.
âDo you have something youâd like to do while weâre here? I keep dragging you stall to stall ever since we came here.â You said while turning to fully face him, grabbing both of his hands. âI want you to have fun too.â
âI always have fun when Iâm with you.â His response honest, his thumb caressing your knuckles. âYou make life so interesting. And today you already managed to surprise me, so I would say that was more than enough entertainment for me in a day.â You rolled your eyes at him, a small smile on your lips, and looked at him with patience.
âBut the dayâs not over yet. Isnât there anything youâd like to do? Look around.â
He lifted his head from your frame and began taking in the booths and various food stalls that had previously escaped his attention. He hummed, and he could feel you shifting on your feet, unable to contain your excitement.
Thatâs when he caught something interesting out of the corner of his eyeâa couple emerging from a small booth, huge smiles plastered on their faces as they held small pieces of paper. A spark of excitement ignited inside him upon realizing what it was.
âThere. I want to have a memento.â He said, his finger pointing to that innocent-looking booth. Almost impossible to spot in the abundance of lights and sounds coming from other attractions.
âOkay! I think I already won you a mountain of mementos but ifâAh!â Your eyes lit up when you realized what he was pointing to, your lips spreading in a cheerful smile. âA photo booth! Sylus, thatâs wonderful!â
It wasnât long before you were both inside the booth, the space cramped, almost too small for him to fit. He sat on the small stool, taking up nearly all the space, leaving you no choice but to sit on one of his legs. Your arms wrapped around his neck for stability, yet there wasnât a hint of discomfort on your face.
He loved how natural it was for you to be this close to him, the proximity no longer making you nervous. He still remembered how you were at the beginning of your acquaintance, when even an eye contact was enough to make you shy away. Now, touching him was as easy as breathing, your body relaxed and pliant under his wandering hands.
While you were clicking playfully on the screen, setting up the machine, he took his time observing youâmainly how your body looked next to his, which made him short-circuit, reminding him why he was still waiting for you to make the first move in initiating sexual intimacy. The reason he didnât want to rush things, nervousness buried deep inside his chest.
You were sitting on his leg, your whole body weighting next to nothing, his one limb nearly twice as big as both of yours. Your soft flesh pressed to him didnât even take up half of the place available on his leg, and when he put one of his hands on your back, the huge patch of your skin he was able to cover made him gulp audibly.
You were so tiny, next to him.
He was a huge man, and he knew that. Not just his height, but his overall build made even other men look small in comparison. While he usually considered it one of his greatest assets, a fantastic tool for intimidation, in this particular case, it planted a seed of worry in him.
It took some time for you not to shy away from his touch, not to flinch every time he leaned to you, his body covering whole line of your vision. And it took him even more time to learn how he should touch you and hold you, not to put too much force behind his caresses, not to make you bruise. And although the gentleness run in his bloodstream by now, he was still worried about the actual sex.
What if he scares you? His body completely covered your delicious curves without issue.
What if he overwhelms you? His stamina and eagerness matched his overall size.
What if he hurts you? The thought of your body unable to accommodate to his size made his blood run cold.
He looked at your body again, and he had to hold in a sigh. He loved your curves, the unbelievable softness of your skin, how warm you were. He felt his hunger increasing every day, every minute, every second he spent in your presence.
Yet he had to wait patiently, not wanting to scare you. He also knew that you were starting to get bolder with him day by day. He liked to think that it was just a matter of time until you will initiate something more, cover him with your soft embrace, let him melt in your warmth.
Because at the end of the day, his observations of your size difference not only filled his mind with fear, but also made his body tingle in all the right places. The arousal he felt knowing that he could manhandle you without any issue, cover your whole body entirely with his, shield you from the world and its coldnessâall consuming. The only thing he could think about.
You were tiny in his embrace.
But he could make it work. He will make it work so good.
How could he hurt you when he was so certain that you were made to be his? Two halves of a perfect soul.
His hand slid down to hug your waist and he pressed a lingering kiss to your shoulder. It made you giggle, you thought that it was his way of showing impatience. And it was, in a way. Just not the kind of impatience you assumed it was.
âAll set! I had some fun with the stickers, do you want to choose your own?â He looked at the screen and opened his mouth to deny, but one sticker did actually catch his attention. He clicked on the small dove and placed it in the bottom of the template, next to the various hearts you already decorated it with.
âThatâs you. The resemblance is almost striking.â He said making you laugh and you picked a sticker of some kind of a black bird.
âAnd thatâs you. They unfortunately donât have a crow one so this little fella has to work.â You placed the sticker close to the dove one, satisfied with your work.
âI get the vision. When Iâm squinting my eyes, I guess.â
You had four pictures taken, all accompanied by laughter and endless teasing. One where you kissed his cheek, one hand holding his jaw, his eyes closed and features relaxed. One where he pretended to bite your neck, your face caught in laughter. One where he rolled his eyes, reacting to your lame joke of getting rabies from his bite, as you placed your pointed fingers above his head, adoring him with imaginary horns, your mouth open in fake shock. And the last one, where you grabbed his face and kissed him, his gentle smile pressed against your mouth, a picture of joy that couldnât be restrained.
âI might have gone kind of overboard with the stickers.â You said when you got your two copies of the pictures, four perfect rectangles inside a scarlet border, adorned with hearts, flowers and stars. Two adorable birds were at the very bottom of it, just below the date. Sylus looked at the pictures, and his heart seemed to grow bigger, the wave of emotions making him unable to utter even a simple word. âBut I think theyâre cute regardless! Itâs so nice to finally have a picture of us printed out. Iâm definitely going to frame mine.â You said and took out your phone to take a picture of it.
His thumb gently caressed the piece of paper, words still stuck in his throat.
It was the very first picture of you two together, and when he looked at it, he couldnât help but get emotional, knowing that he never expected to have someone like you in his life. Someone to cherish, to protect, to hold. Someone who reciprocated his feelings, someone who will never leave him, even if doomsday falls upon Linkon, even if the world crumbles.
âAre you okay, Sy? Youâve gone nonverbal again.â He felt your hand on his wrist, offering him a gentle squeeze. He finally looked at you, going out of the trace he was in, and saw your beautiful face laced with concern. He felt your hand going up and down his arm, caressing him in order to bring comfort.
âDid I?â He managed to choke out and hugged you to his chest, craving the closeness, not wanting you to see his slightly glistening eyes. He feared that the darkness of the night would not be enough to cover them, the lights from the fun fair only exaggerating his sudden surge of emotions. âTheyâre perfect. Thank you.â You hugged his torso tightly, your arms going up and down his back. You knew him well enough to realize he got emotional, but you were smart enough to let him savor his feelings in peace. If he was not comfortable showing you his tears, you had to understand itâthe knowledge of how much it meant to him already warming your heart.
âAnything for you, Sylus.â You repeated the same thing he said to you earlier, and he picked you up, still hugging you to himself, his face finding coverage in the crook of your neck.
âSly little thing.â He whispered and pressed a kiss there, drinking in the sound of your laugh and melting under the touch of your fingers, which stroked his hair affectionately.
Oh, how he couldnât wait to finally be yours completely.
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Mesmerizing.
You, dancing in his room at two p.m to the new vinyl he bought, your hair down, arms up. Your eyes were closed and there was a small, relaxed smile playing on your lips, that seemed to grow bigger with each sway of your hips. You decided to wear the nightgown he got you some time ago, white lace caressing your body with a gentle flow of the shiny fabric.
He couldnât breathe. All air sucked out of his lungs the moment he turned around and saw you swaying to the music he picked out. A surge of want so intense came over him that he was afraid to move even an inchâhis body on fire, his mind filled with the visions of you, thoughts of you, and what you could be reduced to, enriched with under the touch of his hands.
If only he wasnât a coward.
âWill you join me?â you said over your shoulder, opening your eyes slightly, and you mustâve seen something unusual in his eyes, because your movements slowed down and a furrow appeared between your brows. He wanted to kiss it off instantly. âSy?â
You were so precious and delicate, a perfect opposite of his harsh exterior and even more barbaric interior. He waited so long, restrained himself for so much time, waiting for you to move firstânow, standing before you, the thought that you wanted him this way too pierced a hole in his heart and filled it with fear.
âForgive me. I cannot.â he answered, his voice coming out with a slight growl, that he couldnât contain anymore. He inhaled deeply and gritted his teeth, hoping that he was at least successful in not making his eye glow, his Evol suddenly unstable. He didnât want to know your desires, not when they were visible so clearly on your face nowâopenness and anticipation, ever since you went back from your date.
He hoped that shower would be able to calm you down, even though the warm and steady stream of the water didnât manage to help him this time around.
He was losing his composure and he was losing it fast. Weeks of this insatiable hunger, unrelenting need and dripping tension did that to him. He knew he was fighting a losing battle ever since he laid his eyes on you today, looking so cozy in your oversized sweater, filling the air around him with your intoxicating scent.
He was ready to devour you months ago, the buildup straining his muscles now, making him restless. He was a gonerâone wrong move and his previous patience and willingness for you to take the lead reducing to vapor.
âWhy? We always dance together to your vinyls, especially the new ones.â Your movements faltered to a stop, your magnificent face turned to him, with an expression so honest it made his heart clench painfully.
He thought of all the times you danced under the moonlight, soft notes of his favorite music floating through the air, your bodies moving to the rhythm, sometimes gracefully, some other times not so much. The feelings overwhelmed him even more drastically, his eyes closing for a moment.
It was enough time for you to close the distance, and soon he felt your cold hand pressing against his cheek, swiping the flesh with your thumb. He squeezed his eyelids shut tighter, the touch making his soul burn. You took his head in both of your hands, lowering it to face you.
âSylus, talk to me.â you said, tone worried. He could feel you standing on your tiptoes, wanting to bring your face closer to his. His body almost shaking with the need to hold you. âYouâre acting very unusual today. Is something wrong?â He exhaled the air he didnât know he was holding and opened his eyes. Your face was so close that he could see the shadow your eyelashes cast on your cheeks. He could feel your breath, warm and inviting.
âI canât touch you now,â he managed to utter, his hands at his sides, struck in cruel stillness. He locked his eyes with yours, filled with worry and a comforting gentleness. You were always so gentle with him; it made him go insane. âBecause if I do, I wonât be able to hold back anymore.â
He saw the realization in the shift of your features as you fully grasped the meaning of his words. To his surprise, you took one of his hands in yours, and placed it on your cleavage, right over your beating heart, the rhythm beneath his palm fast but steady.
âThen donât. Why would you even want to hold back with me?â You answered, slightly breathless, a pleasurable tingling already setting deeply in your abdomen. You looked at his face, the redness of his cheeks nearly matching the color of his eyes, the look he gave you so desperate it turned your legs to cotton.
The sudden burst of happiness in your chest almost made you tremble, you had waited so long for him to finally claim you as his, and it seemed he had finally reached his limit.
âI donâtââ He stumbled upon his words; a reaction so different from his usual self-confident demeanor it made you crave to uncover more versions of him. All versions of him, every single one he was willing to show you. âI canât help but fear that I will hurt you. You are so soft, so breakable, it makes me nervous. Arenât you scared of me? OfâOf what I could do, to you?â The confession slipping out of him, and he grabbed your wrist in one hand, the other coming to rest on your back. He slowly brought you to him, pressing your bodies together. He heard your breath falter, and drank that sound in. Then donât â you had no idea what a hurricane you managed to stir inside him with just two simple words.
âSy. My sweet, caring gentleman.â He heard your answer, and felt your fingers caressing his under eyes gently, your eyes never leaving his. One of your fingers touched the wrinkle between his brows, smoothing the furrowed surface. âYou could never hurt me, even if you wanted to. Youâre so fixated on the knowledge what you can do, that youâre forgetting that youâve never even touched me hard enough to leave a bruise. No matter how much I wanted you to, sometimes.â
âYouââ
âIâm not scared of you, Sylus. I could never, and I will never be scared of you. Youâre the one with whom I feel the safest.â His hands started trembling, his patience thinning with every beautiful word from your lips. You were telling him things he didnât even know how desperately he wanted to hear. âAnd I want you. I want to finally feel you, all your roughness and sharp edges. I want all of it.â The sound of your breathing mingled with the soft tunes of the vinyl. The air thick with want.
Any second now, he could feel it in the shiver down his spine.
âAnd I want it now.â
Snap.
His resolve shattered as he pulled you into him, capturing your lips in a kiss so deep and desperate it left your legs trembling. He kissed you with raw intensity, his tongue exploring your mouth, drinking in every sound you made as his hands roamed your body, claiming every inch he could reach.
You felt him everywhere. Your thighs, hips, waist, your neck, hair and breastsâhe seemed to touch everything he was depriving himself of before. His hands huge, and although slightly rushed and trembling, still surprisingly gentle.
He lifted you up, your legs straining his waist and he laid you down on his bed, not breaking the kiss for even a second, your breath his breath, your lips water to quench his thirst.
His head was spinning, and when he finally opened his eyes the sight before him alone made him lose his mind.
You were sprawled under him, your hair a wild mess, your lips swollen from the abundance of his kisses. Your eyes glistened, the look in them so full of trust and love, love so visible it nearly broke him in half.
âYouâre exquisite. Irresistible. Ethereal.â The praises slipped out of his tongue before he could stop them. The last bit of control fleeting with the touch of your impatient fingers, unbuttoning his shirt, taking it off of him in a matter of seconds. He couldnât even find it in himself to tease you for your impatience, not when his brain already turned into mush after touching your bare skin. âYou look as if youâre coated in frosting. My sweet girl, my most delectable little sin.â His eyes focused on your white dress; his hands not brave enough to let it slip off of you yet. He already feared the man he would become upon seeing you fully bared before him.
âSylusââ
âItâs unholy. How much I want you.â His lips traced a path from beneath your ear down to your neck, finding their place on your collarbones. âHow much I need you. The greed unexplainable, insatiable no matter how close I get to you. Itâs not enough. It will never be enough.â His eyes met yours in a silent question and you nodded quickly in permission, gulping audibly, your eyes drooping. He let his hands travel up your legs, grazing your inner thighs, swiping through your hips, his palms tracing the lace of your panties, making the hair on his body raise. He then swiped through your waist and finally, finally his hands rested on your breasts, where you wanted them from the very beginning.
His breath hitched as he looked down your body, noticing how his touch had already lifted the fabric of your dress, baring your legs and stomach. His body shielded you from the chill in the air.
He squeezed your breasts gently, fondling them in his hands, a low groan escaping his lipsâthe same ones which couldnât resist kissing your belly, anywhere he could reach, not even thinking about stopping his sensual kneading. It baffled him, how soft you were, how pliant under his touch. His hands, although taking so much of the space on your body didnât seem to make you nervous at allâevery single one of his touches you accepted with soft sights, low whines and a bitten lip. You trusted him, and he was drunk on that trust, wanted more, needed to see how far it could take him.
It quickly appeared that there was no limit to the things he could do to you, your whispers not only appreciative, but also encouraging. The uncontrollable thrusts of his hips against the duvet bordered on painful, the knowledge that he would have you in mere minutes making him unbearably hard. But he accepted the friction, your comfort mattered to him the most, and he wanted to take care of you properly.
âSylus. Sylus, more, please.â He heard your silent plea, and caught your eyes in his, and thatâs when he decided it was a time for you to drop the dress. He helped you out of it then licked the goosebumps forming between your breasts, each tiny dot on your skin making him awfully aware that this was it. Your beautiful form, completely bare, just for him to see, to worship.
âMy little gem.â He breathed out, his eyes drinking in your body, committing to his memory every dip and curve. âMy treasure.â He nearly growled, his mouth attached to your breast, licking and sucking on your nipple, moaning in the process. He wanted to devour you whole, to not leave a patch of skin untouched by his mouth. He thrived in the way you took hold of his head, your hands messing up his hair, caressing it when his tongue worshipped your breasts and nipples, drowning in their softness. He found his safe place.
âOh God IâI feel like Iâm floating, please donât stop.â He heard you breathe out, your chest heaving, your legs closing in an attempt to relieve the tension building inside you. âYouâre so good. So, so, so good, Sy.â He released one of your nipples with a pop, and stored the visual of your skin glistening with his saliva for later. He basked in your praise and pushed himself down, knowing exactly what he wanted to do next.
âYes? You want it, kitten? Say you do. Please. I need you to say it.â His voice groggy, laced with yearning so tangible it made your body shiver.
âYes. Yes, I do. Please, Sy. I waited so long for you.â Your words made his head spin, a smile spreading on his lips not flirtatious at all, just pure joy and contentment. He kissed your stomach and his hands once again swiped through your whole body. He raised on his forearms and caged your head between his arms, and then pressed a long, deep kiss on your mouth which quickly turned into another wave of heavy kisses. He wasnât hungry anymore.
He was ravenous.
âI need to prepare you first, sweetie.â He said to your mouth, his words immediately swallowed by your perfect lips. You whimpered and his grip on your arm tightened involuntarily, his hand playing with your hair. âI need to take my time with you, otherwise I wonât be able to fit. Youâre so tiny it scares me.â You nodded into the kiss and he smiled at you gently, and after pressing a kiss to your forehead, he went down.
And when he finally widened your legs, his mouth was on you instantly, making you moan, your legs clasping on his head reflexively. He grunted into your core, licking and sucking skillfully, guided entirely by pure need and his own instincts.
âYou taste so sweet.â It wasnât long before your legs were trembling and his fingers joined his mouth in an attempt to open you up a little more, to prepare you for whatâs to come. âYouâre dripping because of me.â He chuckled softly but deeply, chest filled with pride, and he licked your core once again, sucking at the sensitive bud. What he didnât expect was when he managed to fit one finger inside you, angling it upwards, your back suddenly raised from the bed, hands reaching to his chest, delicately pushing him away. A drowned-out cry escaped your lips, the wetness between your tights increased, your plushy walls fluttered around his finger.
He made you come, and he instantly got addicted to it.
âYes. Yes. Just like that, beautifulâFuck.â With a swear word on his lips he wasted no time in slurping up your spent, his fingers from one, going up to two, then three. And when the only thing he could hear were your moans and whimpers, the taste of you imprinted on his tongue, the slide of his fingers smooth and slickâhe realized that you were ready for him.
He slowly withdrew from your pussy, pressing one last lingering kiss to your clit. As his fingers slipped out of you, he finally let himself to catch more than a glimpse of your face.
And it shattered him, how utterly ruined you looked. All flushed and heaving, skin glistening with sweat, eyes shining, filled with unshed tears.
He did that to you, and he couldnât be more proud of himself. He licked his fingers clean, savoring your taste, then he pulled you into an embrace, his arms wrapping around your whole body. Your head dropped on his bicep; your breath labored.
âYou okay, kitten?â He asked gently, ignoring his painful erection, still stranded in the stiff fabric of his pants. His head pressed to your neck, and he inhaled the scent, licking off the droplets of sweat in the process. He couldnât get enough.
âYes. More than okay.â You answered, and he felt your hand wandering, trying to unbuckle his belt. His chest squeezed. âNeed you now. Please, SylusâŠâ
âYou donât have to beg. Iâll gladly give you my everything. All of me.â His hands left your body for a moment, swiftly taking off his pants, his mouth now kissing your cheeks and nose.
âI want to taste you, too.â You whispered to him shyly, and he grunted, closing his eyes, begging every deity to give him more patience. How he would love for your little mouth to envelop him, but he knew that the sight alone would be enough to make him undone.
âNext time, okay, sweetie? I cannot wait to be inside you.â You giggled and nodded, pressing a kiss to his nose, stroking his hair gently.
He shivered and hissed when he took off his underwear, letting himself out in the open. He was so hard it hurt, his hand going up and down his erection in an attempt to reduce the tension, even though he knew that the only one who could truly satisfy him was you.
âOh my god.â He heard your gasp, and noticed that you were looking at him, his body fully exposed, his cock heavy in his hand. âSylusâ Sy, it wonât fit. Thereâs no way thatââ He silenced you with a kiss, and swiped his hand through your core, gathering the slick and spreading it on his member. The smooth glide felt so good he lost himself in the feeling for a second, his tongue licking into your mouth, swallowing your gasps.
âShhh, I made sure to prepare you as well as I could. And I wonât hurt you, you said so yourself.â He said the last sentence into your lips, once again pressing a long kiss there. Then he kissed your cheek, and breathed hard against your neck, his one hand wrapped around your waist, holding you closer to him, and the other stroked his cock, guiding it to your entrance. When the tip touched you, he gritted his teeth and you gasped, the first contact electric. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers playing nervously with the hair at his nape.
He breathed heavily; the tip of his cock aligned perfectly with your entrance. âYou can take it; you were made for me. I will make it fit.â He let go of your waist and grabbed one of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and smiling gently at you, the anticipation making his body shake. âJust relax for me, will you? Can you do that, kitten?â You nodded and exhaled slowly, some tension getting out of your body. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead and intertwined your fingers with his.
âClose your eyes. I want you to feel me.â
âNo. I need to see you, Sy. Donât make me look away.â He chuckled and pressed his forehead against yours in a silent acceptance. He never wanted to take his eyes away from you too, your desires matching perfectly.
You were his soulmate, after all.
He pressed his erection to your opening and started to slip in, gently, unhurriedly, despite the desire to take you in one thrust of his hips. You opened your mouth in a painful moan, squeezing his hand, panic visible in your eyes. He hated that he was bringing you pain, but knew that it was inevitable, he saw how wide he was stretching you out. âItâs okay, sweetheart. Easy. Youâre doing so goodâŠâ He breathed out, his hand leaving his cock to hold your hip, the other going up and down your body in a comforting caress. âTaking me so well...â His voice hoarse, sweat dripping from his forehead from the strain of keeping himself under control. He managed to put the tip in, your pussy squeezing him, your heat making him shiver, the sensation the most pleasurable he ever felt. He closed his eyes for a second, trying to calm himself down.
âIt hurts, it reallyâit really hurts.â You whispered and he grunted, feeling you squeeze him harder, his length sliding into you deeper. He opened his eyes and lowered his body to get closer to your face, and placed a kiss between your eyebrows.
âI know, love. If you want to me stopââ He couldnât recognize his voice anymore.
âNo. Never. Please.â You kissed his brow, and send him a small smile. âIâI can take it. I was made for you, yeah?â
He huffed out a laugh, a whimper finding a way out at the same time.
âYou were. Mmhm. Good.â He slipped in further, his mouth opening wider. âGood girl. Just a little more.â And before he managed to stop the shivering of his body, he burrowed himself in your tight heat almost to the brim. You were not able to take all of him in yet, but it was nearly a perfect fit, the sight of you wrapped around him made him see red, a low moan slipping out of him, your whimpers the most magnificent tune he ever heard.
âIâm going to move now.â He said and you moaned, your head nodding frantically.
He started thrusting inside you, and he felt as if fireworks exploded inside him, the desire burning brightly, need finally calming down, his mind completely at ease. Your moans, whimpers, cute little âah,ah,ahâsâ making his whole body shiver, a smile finding its way onto his swollen lips. You felt so good below him, your warmth enveloping him fully, and he started to question if he truly was worthy of such a blessing.
He didnât care anymore. He had you, you wanted him and that was all that mattered now.
âYouâre so. fucking. tight. God.â He started moving faster to the accompaniment of your small encouragements, his hand holding onto yours. And when your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to you, he was gone.
He grabbed your waist and lifted up your butt, the pace and force of his thrusts intensifying, his grunts leaving his mouth freely, silent praises slipping from his lips every now and then. He couldnât stop now. Didnât want to stop.
âI wantâI want to stay inside you forever. I feelâAhâMmâlike Iâm melting.â He moaned and you felt his mouth on your body, kissing every patch of skin he was able to reach. You kept breathing out soft, quiet moans, tears filling your vision. âSo cute.â
You felt so good, the stretch now pleasurable, your body accepting him fully, every thrust welcome, each one anticipated.
And he could see that so clearly on your face, his mind calming, knowing that he was able to bring you pleasure. It made him feel better too, your lovely expressions making his blood pump faster, his hips thrust deeper, just to see and hear more tokens of your delight. He was addicted to you and your reactions, to the way you sang his name, the way your skin tasted and eyes glistened every time he managed to catch eye contact.
Time quickly went by when you were losing yourselves in each other. The positions changed constantly, Sylus looking for and finding new ways to tip you over the edge, making sure you were completely satisfied. You encouraged him to leave some marks on you, and you made sure to repay the sentiment, scratching his back with your nails, and pressing hickies on his chestâhe already wished for the marks to stay there forever, and you assured him that youâll stay instead, making him jump on you once again, burying his head in your shoulder.
âSay my name, kitten. KeepâKeep saying my name.â He grunted, his hips unrelenting, your bodies soaked, your own so tired that he had to hold it in his arm for you to not slip off the bed. He kept thrusting inside you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder, his movements deep and sensual, pleasure overwhelming. You granted his wish, your voice hoarse and quiet.
You were going at it for hours now, yet he still hasnât come.
Not because he couldnât, but because every time he was close, he was slipping out of you, his eyes squeezing shut, a hand gripping himself at the base.
He didnât want the night to end, refused to let you go, savored the feeling of being buried deep inside you, not knowing where you ended and he began.
âSyâMmmâSylusâAh.â The words failed you, your mind filled only with pleasure and thoughts of him. You were so tired and yet he made you feel so good you wanted to stay in his arms forever. âTheâAhâThe sun is rising.â
He nuzzled into your cheek, his thrusts slowing down, quiet grunts leaving his lips. He sounded wrecked.
âI know, love. You look so wonderful in this light.â He kissed your cheek and glued himself off of you, leaving your body cold and shivering. In the next second, he manhandled you onto your back again, facing him. Your hands immediately flew to cover your face, fearing how completely ruined you must have looked after so much time making love and so many orgasms ripped out of you.
âNoâMmhâDonât hide yourself from me.â He grunted, and took your hands in his gently, revealing the beautiful mess he managed to make of you. Your face covered in tears, cheeks flushed and lips so swollen it only made him want to kiss them some more. So he did. âNever hide yourself from me, dove. Hold me.â He kissed the palms of your hands and put them on his neck, your arms going to hold him closer. He huffed out a weak laugh, his thrusts not stopping even for a second. You felt his huge hands caressing your thighs and you moaned softly. âGod, Iâm sorry, kitten, I just canât stopâIââ
âItâs okay, SâSylus. AhâI wonât run away.â You pulled his head closer and kissed his lips softly. His hands encircled your waist, drawing your body closer to him, the hair on his forehead brushing against your chest. Your eyes met his and he seemed to calm slightly, your gaze soothing the flame inside him.
âI love you. Iââ You suddenly confessed, a single tear slipping down your cheek. His breath faltered, ruby eyes widening, your words shaking his world completely. âI love you, Sylus. So much. I love you so intensely it scares me, IâAhââ A moan was ripped from you when he suddenly picked up the pace, the sweat from his forehead landing between your breasts. Another happy tear slipped from your eye, and if you had enough energy to keep your eyes open, youâd see that he was teary-eyed too. His hands grabbed your head, turning it up so he could look straight into your eyesâhis own burning with desire and unspoken devotion. He needed to hear you say the words once more, but before he could start pleading for it, you managed to read his mind.
âI love you, Sylus.â
And those words were what finally made him shatter.
He came, so violently he nearly blacked out, his whole body trembling, and movements faltering, his cock buried inside you the deepest he could go. He released grunt after grunt, his arms holding you tight to him, your soft sighs only seemed to prolong his fall. He nuzzled his face up against your neck, then cheek, his lips touching your skin, unable to press more kisses due to the uncontrollable moans coming out of his mouth.
âF-Fuckââ He managed to choke out and you tried to calm your heavy breathing, focused on his cum filling you up, so much that you could already feel it spilling out. You whined and brought your hands to his waist, holding him close, and you came one last time too, your pussy squeezing him even tighter, ripping a short cry out of him. Goosebumps spread around your body from the pleasure and you went pliant in his arms, letting your sore muscles finally rest against the soft sheets.
Sylus relaxed a few moments later, his sweaty body collapsing on top of you, mindful not to put his full weight on you. His hot, heavy breath still warmed your neck, your hearts beating rapidly against each other, showing no signs of calming anytime soon. He managed to turn onto his side, his arms still wrapped around you, taking your body with him.
You were held in a wet, yet warm embrace, his arms protecting you from the cold morning air, your bodies still connected. The silence that ascended upon you comfortable and desired after so much time of intense workoutâboth throats roughed up and in need of hydration.
âSylus, Iââ You started saying, your voice a rough whisper, your head raising to meet his gaze, surprised that his crimson eyes were already studying you. He put one of his hands on the back of your head, his fingers playing with your hair ever so gently.
His gaze so intense you started to turn your head away, but he gently brought it back to him. He didnât have to open his mouth for you to understand what he was feelingâthe emotion in his eyes unmistakable.
âI love you, too.â He breathed out, his hand going up to your cheek, stroking it with the back of his fingers. His hand was cold and served as a delightful compress for your burning face. âI love you more than any words could ever express.â
He reminded you of a statue under this warm, morning light, his body perfectly sculpted. The only source of color were his cheeks, blaring red, nearly matching the color of his sparkling eyes. His wet hair still bearing the paths carved by your fingers, his lips kissed and twitching, fighting off a smile, which threatened to form when he realized how intensely you were observing him.
âMy home is your home, my heart is your heart. Every breath Iâve been taking ever since I met you had already been yours â the day you tell me to cease, I will gladly do so.â He continued, his breath slowly calming down, one of your hands going to stroke his chest.
âI will never tell you to cease, you little dramatic fool.â You answered playfully, blinking away your tears, your hand going to rest on his warm cheek, his face immediately nuzzling into your palm. âIf anything, I would curse you to live forever. Soundly and happily, by my side.â A soft laugh came out of his lips; a start of a smile that overtook his entire face, lightening up his features, showing off his small sharp canines.
âBy your side...â He repeated, his voice possessing a dream-like quality, a smirk still visible. He swiped his hand over your body: from your shoulder, through your waist, down to your hip, and then back up. His touch soothing as always. âA curse has never sounded so sweet, my little dove.â He closed his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips. The happiness spread through his body so intensely, that he thought he was going to burst.
Live forever, by your side. There was no other place in the entire universe where he would rather be.
He felt you squirming, a crease appearing between your brows, your hand squeezing his bicep. He hissed, feeling you squeeze him down there too, his cock still buried deep inside you, your plush walls a place he never wanted to leave. However, he knew that after so much time and so many orgasms you needed a break, your body sensitive and in need of extensive pampering. Good thing he adored spoiling you with affection.
âIâm going to pull out now, okay sweetheart?â You nodded your head, a small smile on your lips. You were just too adorable. âAnd then Iâll put you in a warm bath, order your favorite meal and change the sheets. Any objections?â
âNone at all.â He switched your position so that he was once again on top of you, and he gently pulled out, a grunt leaving his lips at the loss of the comfortable fit. You whimpered when his cum started flowing out of you freely, and he couldnât look away, the sight making the desire in him burn once more. He stopped himself before he started showing the cum back inside you. âWill you join me in the bath too?â He looked at your face, covered in the warm sunlight, the sight making him breathless.
âI would love to, if thatâs what you want.â He hugged you to himself one more time, his body covering yours completely, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. He grazed the delicate skin with his teeth, then pressed his lips to your pulse, his tongue picking out to lick at your salty skin. âI love you.â He whispered into your neck, basking in the feeling of your heartbeat beneath his lips. âI love you, Y/N. Thank you for showing me what love feels like. Thank you for accepting me.â His breath started going out labored, the intensity of the emotion too big for his body.
âThank you, for letting me love you. You are the best thing that happened to me, Sylus. I hope you know that.â Your kiss to his temple and your hands caressing his back felt like a blessing, your bodies connected in a soul-crushing hug his own private oasis. Never in his life had he experienced such a moment of total tranquility; only you were capable of bringing him peace.
He never wanted to let you go, and he didnât have to. No other thought filled him with so much joy. You were his, just as much as he was yours. An ideal exchange of souls.
âI do.â He breathed out, and looked into your loving eyes once again. You smiled at him, and he felt his breath being punched out of him, his ruby eyes fluttering. He shook his head and reciprocated the smile, which quickly turned into a full laugh, your bodies shaking, hearts beating in unison. âI truly do.â
Your lips found his in a kiss that tasted like a promiseâof a hand to hold, body to warm up to, and a heart that beat for one another. In every life, every universe, and in every space and timeânow, and forevermore.
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âSo, which one finally did it?â You asked him nonchalantly, when you were both freshly washed up, lying on the new, pleasurably chilly sheets, basking in the afternoon sunlight. Too exhausted to raise, too happy to fall asleep after the whole night of making love.
His head on your chest stirred slightly, a confusion slowly overtaking his features.
âHmm?â He opened his eyes, but he didnât find it in himself to raise. His arms holding your body close to his, tightening their hold, a signal he hoped would make you continue the caress of his back with your fingers.
Your skin bared a fragrance of his soap and his skin, and he felt drunk ever since he noticed it.
âThe workout outfit a size too small? Or those jeans at the funfair?â You continued, and his mind started to connect the dots. His eyes widened. âI knew that I would be sticking my ass out a lot that day so I made sure they were extra tight.â He heard you giggle and raised his head immediately, his gaze falling on yours.
âYouââ
âWhat? You were making me wait forever! And donât get me wrongâŠâ You cupped his cheek, and he was rendered speechless. The whole time he was fighting for his sanity, trying to wait for you, restraining himself from taking you on the nearest piece of furniture â You were riling him up on purpose? âI love that you are a gentleman, and the princess treatment is really nice too, but I just couldnât wait to have you ravish me, you know? Your girl has needs.â
He was going completely insane. He let out a hearty laugh, and shook his head in disbelief. It seemed that he underestimated you again, forgot that your desires and needs matched his almost perfectly.
And he shouldâve known that the workout clothes were a bit too revealing for your liking. Fuck, he shouldâve known.
âAnd it seems my girl is a sly little vixen.â His voice laced with humor, a smile still visible, head impossibly light. He hummed, and kissed a smile off of your plump lips, then your neck, shoulders and chest. You started trembling, and the smile he sent you this time made him look as if he was a wolf studying his pray. You gulped audibly. âWell then, if you decided to manipulate me, then I think you are ready to suffer the consequences.â His kisses reached your breasts, and he took one perky nipple into his mouth, sucking passionately. His other hand grabbed at the other boob, kneading the flesh languidly.
âBut itâs already bright outside, shouldnât weââ A press of his finger on your lips hushed you, and his eyes met yours, his lips still circled around your delicate nipple. With a snap of his fingers the curtains covered the windows, cutting of the only source of light. Darkness enveloped you, making the press of his body on yours even more intimate. Your body was still on fire after the hours of tangling in sheets, every part of you sensitive and tingling under his skilled hands.
âAh, ah. Youâre trembling. Why is that, I wonder?â You heard his voice closer to your ear, and when your eyes got used to the darkness, you saw his eyes filled with mirth and something primal. His hands went slowly up your tights, their destination obvious. âI had no idea that my kitten was that starved. Now I canât possibly leave her unsatisfied, can I?â
You felt his hands touch your warmest spot, and you let fireworks overtake you once more, your spine twisting to get closer to him. He tasted the skin on your chest again, and went down with his kisses, leaving a happy, wet trial in its wake. He raised suddenly, kissing you on the lips.
âAnd what about the zipper?â He asked absentmindedly into your lips, remembering the situation that nearly made him lose his mind couple of weeks ago.
âWhat zipper?â Your confusion truthful, your squeal loud when he suddenly plopped motionless on top of you, a sigh of exasperation leaving his mouth.
It seems that loving you was the beginning of his end, after all.
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Content: based on âHeatwave Torrentâ, explicit, built up, dominant rafayel (and a little possessive), body worshipping, handjob, unprotected sex, established relationship, use of evol, teasing, biting, sex in public space, breeding kink if you squint, dominance play, praising
But your fishie also seems distracted from the spectacle in front of you as an arm sneaks around your back to settle on your waist. A short hum and a little smile tug at the corners of his lips.
âThe best sunset,â he states unhurriedly before he shifts in, cradling your face in his hand and kissing you. One hand gently cupping your cheek like you could break if he grabs too hard, the other embracing your middle, supporting your back, and pressing you closer to his chiseled and bare torso equally.Â
Youâre successfully captured by his hungry lips, and his strength and you wouldnât want it any other way. Not when the Lemurian eases back an inch to let you breathe and to look at you with this love-drunk, addicted gaze he always wears when kissing you. Like you are his heaven and hell, his sun and moon, and he never gets enough of you.
âCutieâŠâ Rafayel whispers, his voice raspy from the desire that lights his entire being. The red in his eyes flares behind his dilated pupils, his cheeks are adorned by that lovely red hue, and the setting sun casts his form in a golden, warm aura.
You canât respond to anything as his soft and plush lips are back, devouring, demanding, and still so, so hungry.
 The flames of passion pull your conscious mind into the deep trenches of desire and wanton, helpless against the luring call of your beloved siren.Â
The taste of his tongue is more delicious than any 5-star course you've ever experienced. The warmth of his sculpted body draws you in like a moth to the light. His little aroused whimpers the sweetest melody in your ears as your hands wrap around his neck like second nature. You're trembling, searching fingers digging into the soft strands of his lilac hair, pressing him closer to you.
Then you are pulled in front of Rafayel, legs sliding around his slender waist in a familiar motion. You come to sit in his lap without having to move on your own or even break the connection between your greedy dancing mouths. His nimble hands now travel down your sides, memorizing, worshiping before they settle on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.Â
A hard length finds the moistness of your clothed crotch and you both moan at the sudden delicious contact. Panting you flee from his hungry lips which causes a displeased groan from your Lemurian. But you hold him back, hands on his shoulders, at least for a second.
âRafayelâŠâ you hush his name, preventing him from claiming your lips again and begging him to listen to you. âLetâs go home.â and with a little mischievous smile, you add, âWe can continue there.â You are already retreating from him to pause your little make-out session.
But the strong hands at your hips, calloused from years of painting, don't let go. Instead, pulling you back against the heat of your lover's body and the bulge that strains the now-dried swimming pants to the point the seams seem to scream under the pressure.
âNo.â One word. firm and filled with the will of a God.
âWhat if weâŠâ And just like this you are flipped, and you find yourself with your back against the fluffy beach towel you were sitting on just seconds ago. The Lemurian hovers above you, and the setting sun now casts his shadow at your lying figure. Once again, youâre captured and a fiery gaze holds you down. ââŠcontinue right away? Itâs secluded here. Nobody will disturb us.â words spoken with a smug smirk and a primal hunger audible in Rafayelâs deep aroused voice. Not waiting for an answer, he leans down, kissing and nibbling his way along your jaw and down your neck where he places open-mouthed wet kisses against your sun-heated skin.
âYouâre sure?â you stutter out between the waves of want that threaten to drown you again, no longer determined to leave the pier.Â
âMm hmmâŠâ A deep purring sound vibrates at your throat that fuels the fire in your body, making you clench your now greedy core. The ache for him lets you whimper, the need to feel him inside you overruling everything.
Unconsciously you wrap your legs around his sexy slim waist causing his bigger form to clash against yours. His hardened length comes in touch with your heat once more, causing you both to moan at the friction followed by a short chuckle from him.
âI see, someone's eager for a fish dinner.â Rafayel teases you, voice raspy and strained by his own desire.
You bite at his ear softly and with a playful nip, whispering back, âYouâre one to talk.â pressing your wet and still-clothed core against his obvious arousal.
Rafayel moans at your action, followed by a lowly laugh as he eases back to unveil your chest from the cardigan and the bikini top.
Nimble fingers glide over your burning skin, making you squirm and tense beneath him until the offending pieces of clothing are gone, and your chest is bare to his hungry searching gaze.
A soft sea breeze makes you shudder and the sensitive nipples at your chest harden in response as the purple-haired man admires the view in front of him.
âYouâre so beautiful...â he whispers, his unique ocean eyes filled with adoration and reverence before they darken with his desire and hunger for you.Â
Slender fingers start tracing your curves, leaving a tingling path on your heated skin until they cup the soft swell of your breasts. Gentle squeezes with skillful hands and with a last hungry gaze to meet yours, he dives down to kiss and lick at the little pebbles that await his undivided attention.
Youâre soon turned into a sighing whimpering mess as he feasts on your soft features. Trying to find an anchor in this pleasure your hands start to explore the ridges and valleys of his back. They adventure along the tensed and moving muscles until they settle at his well-formed butt and pressing the stone hard bulge in his swim pants into your aching crotch.
âRafayelâŠâ you whimper his name into the nape of his neck, biting him there out of impatience. You need more, more of this delicious sensation, more of him.Â
A deep groan, âSo greedyâŠâ he rasps out, lips still glued to the sensitive skin of your breasts.
But the Lemurian shows you some mercy and stops torturing you with his sinful lips, divine licking, and demonic nibbling. His breathing is ragged like yours and the bulge in his swim shorts has grown dangerously, now forming a formidable tent as he grants you some space again.
You let your fingers glide down slowly, calculating, from his still-damp hair over his perfectly chiseled pecs, nails scratching the rosy nipples slightly on purpose before settling on his tensed abs.Â
Rafayel whines as he enjoys your caress. He hisses at the scraping of your nails but doesnât stop you. On the contrary, he grabs one of your wrists and guides your hand slowly to the hem of his shorts, gliding over the hills and valleys of his core muscles as they touch the fabric of his pants.
âWanna help me out with this?â ocean eyes now dark, filled with a passionate hunger you know so well. His lips adorned with a sinful, daring smile.
Oh, he knows exactly what heâs doing. And youâre all in for it! So you slip your index finger behind the elastic waistband, deliberate and teasing.
Your mouth waters at the thought of what is going to await you. Rafayels' breath grows frantic, abs swiftly moving up and down. You are hypnotized by the fact that you nearly forgot what you were about to do.Â
Your Lemurian loses the grip on your wrist, using the now free hand to support himself as heâs hovering above you, caging you as before.
âGo on, Cutie. Use more of your fingers.â he encourages you, daring you to sink your hand in the cramped space behind that strained fabric with another sinful grin. His eyes were dark and ablaze watching every move in your face, every little change is thoroughly and greedily observed.
And you retort to his expression with a confident, daredevil smile of your own. Oh, you will! â You think to yourself as you stroke the pale skin along the hem of his shorts.
And with a powerful, swift slide with both of your hands at his pants, you free his impressive length. Itâs causing his cock to slap against his abdomen as it springs free, the veiny length adorned with a rosy, already glistening tip.
Rafayel inhales sharply, followed by a shaky sigh as you grab his rock-hard member. âOuchâŠâ he breathes with a voice full of mirth and sex as he grins at you, âCareful, Cutie, or youâd break it.â
With only a snort, you caress the hot velvet skin, pumping his length slowly to see more of the clear slick that drips onto the joints of your thumb.Â
âUghâŠâ he nearly collapses with a primal groan, which makes you all hot, flushed, and brave with arousal bubbling deep in your belly. You did this before under his lead, and now you bring into action what he taught you.
One hand stroking him to insanity, the other hand cradling his neck to pull him into a searing kiss, Rafayel obediently moans into your mouth. The Sea God is in your hands, literally and figuratively. And you get drunk on this feeling of dominance, the power to turn him into a helpless whimpering mess, with your hands and lips only.
You continue bringing Rafayel further to the edge, milking more of his pre-cum as he devours you with his mouth, between groans and sighs of want and helpless desire.Â
âYou enjoy this, donât you? Having me surrender to your touch?â he hushes as he breaks the kiss, his voice broken; Ragged and laced with the heat of his hunger for you. His hazy, lust-filled gaze locks with yours, and your breath hitches.
Heâs beautiful, even more when his face is flushed crimson red, the pink in his sunset eyes flaring, and pupils glazed over with need. The pale skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, littered with the azure blue scales you love so much, and that only adds to his ethereal beauty.
His leaking member in your hand twitches angrily as you stop stroking it. The restraint he needs to not simply fuck into your palm is visible in the muscles of his tensed upper legs and abdomen.Â
You feel like a goddess that you are able to turn him into this feral, needy being with just some touches of your hands. The feeling of power and success rushes through your veins like a tidal wave, flipping something in your belly and making your inner core achingly clench in anticipation.Â
Heâs all yours and you canât wait to finally have him.
âI do, indeed. Very much so.â You proudly grin at him, pulling him by the beaded necklace around his throat. With fervor and greed, you suck the warm skin at the side of his neck between your teeth, marking him with a purple bruise that blooms instantly as you let loose.
A primal groan from deep within his throat and something snaps inside Rafayel as he grips both your wrists to pin them above your head, turning your previous power into a trap he had set from the very beginning.
His gaze has darkened more, the previous fire now turned into a predatory ember that leaves you breathless and excited. His chest trembles and shudders in delight as he regains the upper hand in this delightful game you play.Â
âBold of you to think, you can control me that easilyâŠâ and leaning in, only a breath apart, eyes wandering over your features like he memorizes the most precious art piece. âNow itâs my turn to make you mine, yeah?âÂ
Your whole body quivers at the implication, and you gasp, burning with excitement and need, the ache in your bottom part drives you crazy. The panties of your bikini are already clinging to your folds in discomfort from how wet and drenched in your own slick they are.Â
And Rafayel kisses you again, full lips moving with fervor and raw, unrestrained hunger. He devours you like you are his last meal on earth.
Your senses are overruled, your mind conquered by him.
Only him.Â
His taste. His smell.
The scorching heat of his body on yours.
The hard length that rubs greedily at the drenched fabric of your bottom.
Nothing else matters anymore.
And suddenly your hips are free from the light cloth of the pareo, seconds after you hear the elastic fabric from your panties snap and leaving you completely bare. But the cool sea breeze can't touch you there, only Rafayel's heat taking the place, engulfing your dripping want with hardness and scorching heat.
Gasping into his devouring mouth, a question forms his way along his dominating tongue. âDid you justâŠâ You take a breath as he gives you space â⊠Burn my bikini?â
A low chuckle, followed by a short gaze filled with endless desire and twinkling mirth, and a cocky smile before he dives back into the wetness of your mouth. âIâll buy you a new one.â
Driven by urgency, and moving with heavy pants your Lemurian finally lines himself up. As the sun digs into the sea with its final rays, so does Rafayel as he sheathes himself into you. Stretching you, filling your ocean with the rock-hard scorching sun of his.
And the want, the aching finally is satisfied, washing over you with sensations that rip off loud whimpers from your lips.
The painter picks up a slow pace, locking his gaze with you, watching you slowly come undone as he steadily rolls his hips.
And you feel him deep inside you.
The velvet-covered steel of his cock that glides along your fluttering walls, when you clench around him his rhythm stutters.
His heat that sets your soul and mind on fire.
The little whimpers and moans from him hit your neck and are, oh, so adorable.Â
The whispering of praises that comes out in short breaths of searing air right below your ear. âYou feel so good.â down your neck âSo warmâŠâ when he kisses along your jaw â⊠and greedy for me.â followed by hungry, sloppy kisses.
You lose yourself around him, in him, letting yourself get taken away in that ancient dance of back and forth, in and out. And soon you feel the familiar tight coil building in your lower belly.
Involuntarily you arch your body to him, intensifying the friction, the pressure that brings you closer to the edge.
âRa-hah-ayelâŠâ chanting out his name, everything shatters and whitens out. Your whole body tenses and cramps in a mind-blowing orgasm.Â
Between the blood rush that roars under your skin, you hear him cooing. Stuttering Lemurian phrases you donât understand as Rafayel pushes you through it, prolonging the intense feelings in the aftermath.
You scratch his back, wiggle your butt to make him slow down. The overstimulation makes you scream and moan loudly into the darkening twilight that follows the sunset.Â
Until he also lets go. With some rough, strong thrusts, he steps over that imaginary line. Helpless groans and moans accompany his spurting inside your walls.
Little kisses along your neck as Rafayel falls limp, his muscular body covering you like a weighted blanket.
âYouâre amazing, Cutie.â hoarse whispered words that shoot the heat in your cheeks and turn your mouth into a broad smile.
âAnd you are insufferable, my love.â you scold him playfully, ruffling through the purple strands of his now damp sweaty hair. âOn the beach of all places!â You suddenly get aware again, where you are, and alarmed you lift to your elbows, accompanied by protesting grunts from Rafayel. âWhat if anyone had seen us?â slightly panicking you look around.
The Lemurian unwraps himself from you, sitting up only to pull you with him into his embrace to warm your shivering body. You didnât even notice how cold it got as the sun vanished beyond the horizon.
âRelaaax~, Cutie.â he smiles, eyes still twinkling with the aftermath of your love-making. âI told you this is a secluded location.â and with a little adorable pout, he adds âDo you really think I let anyone catch a glimpse of you, naked and hungry for me? They are allowed to hear you screaming my name thoughâŠâ A tender kiss later â⊠But Iâm the only one allowed to see this special work of art.âÂ
You gasp and slap him on his shoulder, the heat in your cheeks scorching hot, âRafayel! You canât just talk like this.âÂ
He avenges himself with an even more intense kiss, making your brain short-circuit as his fingers shove back the sticky liquid, that drips down from your core.
âOh, I can do so much more, Mon cĆur.â
Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for âLove and Deepspaceâ. I only own the rights to the plot idea.
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I don't want you to die. There's no particular reason. It's just that I would be a little bored if you cease to exist. You can get mad at me. How can I get mad at you? You used to want me to die, and now you don't anymore. Also, there's no guarantee I won't turn into something hideous.
We really became friends with each other. Actually, it's been a while since we were.
Take care. You too. Regardless of the time or how your life may be, be happy. I've had a good life until now. Don't make it rain.