#eldbitch entity

         Dark hikes your leg up onto his hip. He relishes in the softness of your skin beneath his fingers, a concrete reminder that you’re here, that you’re together again after everything.

         The new position allows him more space to roll his hips, grinding down against the heat between your legs. You shudder beneath him. He repeats the motion once, twice, and you throw your head back against the pillows.  His hungry, grey eyes follow the column of your throat upwards until they land on your mouth. Your lips part around a whimper and he can’t stop himself from pressing a kiss against them.

“I’ll never tire of hearing you sing for me, dear heart.”

“Damien,” You whine before hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“I think it’s a little late to hide from me now.” He chuckles. “What’s gotten you so shy, darling?”

“You never talked this much before.”

         Dark tenses, a familiar, far-away look in his eyes, one he always gets when the two of you discuss the past. You cup the side of his face, gently guiding his gaze back to yours. He blinks. A melancholy smile settles on his face. You pull his head down so that you can press your forehead against his.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

“You’ve done nothing wrong, my love. There are bad memories, yes, but also good ones. In fact, I can recall quite a few memories of us just as we are now, bare in each other’s arms, locked in the throes of passion.”

There’s a wry smile on his face, one that reminds you of evenings spent tucked away between bookshelves, sneaking out of dormitories at the crack of dawn, a rendezvous in the storage closet of a crowded chapel. Your heart aches for all the two of you have lost and can never get back. But despite everything you had been through, the two of you were together again.

Dark presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I can feel how your mind races. I think about it too, even now. Almost a century without you and I never stopped feeling your absence. I ached to hold you in my arms, to have you beneath me, to feel you tight as a vice as you come apart around me.”

A thought creeps into your mind and turns your stomach to lead. He had been by himself for so long, sure you were gone forever. You couldn’t blame him or be angry, but still the thought makes you sick.

“Was,” you pause a moment, steeling yourself for his answer. “Was there ever anyone else? In your heart, or your bed?”

He looks at you as if your words have burned him. When he speaks, his voice is firm, unwavering.

“No. My dear heart, there could never be another. I vowed to love you in sickness and in health, in love and in death. There could only ever be you.”

“Oh.” You blush.

The intensity of his answer makes you feel foolish for even suggesting such a thing. You drop your gaze, absently picking at the sheets beneath you. It’s Dark’s turn to take your face in his hand and bring your gaze back to him.

“I loved you deeply, but I know my actions did not always convey that. At times, I allowed my responsibilities and ambitions to blind me to how I was neglecting you. You deserved a better man than I knew how to be back then, and I have spent a century regretting it. But now, despite terrible circumstances and the battles still to be fought, we have a second chance, and I intend to use it to do right by you.”

“Damien, I…I don’t know what to say.”

“There is no need to say anything, dear heart. I know you feel as strongly as I do; I feel it through our bond, and soon I’ll feel it here as well.”

Dark presses a finger against your entrance, pressing it into you slowly. You cry out, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him flush against you

“You said earlier that I never used to talk very much when we were intimate, and you were right.” His voice drips with venom as he continues. “The prim and proper mayor, so worried about civility and manners. Too obsessed with his image and what was ‘acceptable’ to truly speak his mind.”

You want to argue, to defend Dark’s former self against his own harsh criticism, instead a moan rips its way out of your throat when two more fingers fill you. Dark’s grin is wicked. He ducks down to press his lips to your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and giving it a quick tug. You clench around his fingers, earning an amused chuckle.

“I have no such worries. My only concern is pleasing you and, by the way your body responds for me, I can tell I’m doing just that. This little hole of yours is so hot and tight around my fingers, and it’s all for me, isn’t it?”

A shudder wracks your body and you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“Oh,” Dark purrs. “Now what got that reaction? You like when I talk to you like this, don’t you, pet?”

“Y-Yes.”

“But what is it that has you so responsive? Is it my voice in your ear? The things that I’m saying to you? Or maybe none of that matters. Perhaps I could say anything, and you would respond just as wantonly, so long as I have you filled with my fingers or my cock.”

“All of it, it’s all of it. Damien, fuck.”

“Dear heart, such foul language. Have I already wrecked you so thoroughly?”

You scowl at him but you both know there’s no mirth behind it. “Fuck you.”

         There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as Dark grabs a handful of your hair, pulling just enough to force your head back and bare your throat to him. Sharp canines scratch playfully against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“You should be careful what you ask for, my love. I am a changed man with a century of pent-up sexual frustration. I could take you over and over and over again, never tiring until I have given you every drop of my spend and the only word you know is my name.”

Dark sets a languid pace thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

“You want it now, just as much as you did back then, isn’t that right? You wanted the serious, respectable mayor to break. You craved to be taken passionately, for him to make love to you like a man starved.”

“Yes, yes.” You nod frantically, bucking your hips against his hand.

“I have hungered for you for so long, dear heart; I feel almost ravenous with it.”

Dark removes his fingers from you and fists his leaking cock, stroking himself slowly. You find yourself mesmerized by the motion and the way his stomach muscles tense and flex with every stroke of his hand. Your eyes follow a drop of his arousal as it drips down the underside of his cock. You lick your lips. Knocking his hand out of the way, you take him in your own, his length hot and heavy in your palm.

         He groans appreciatively as you stroke him from base to tip, occasionally rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock. You guide his hand to rest over your heart.

 “You’ve spent all this time talking about what I want and how you can please me. What do you want?”

“I want to make up for lost time. I want to give you everything I could not before.”

“But that’s still about me. Damien, what do you want?

He falters. “I…I just want you. I want to feel you. I want to know that you are real, and not just some illusion he made to torment me.”

“I want to feel you too.” You guide the head of his cock to your entrance. “I’m here, my love. I’m real. This is real.”

Dark presses into you in one long, slow thrust that has him buried to the hilt. Both of you moan at the sensation. You wrap your legs around his waist and urge him forward, forcing his cock deeper inside.

“Fuck, my love, I never thought I would feel you like this again.”

You smirk. “Such foul language, Damien. Now who’s wrecked who?”

Instead of a response, Dark grabs your face and presses your lips together in a passionate kiss. So much is shared between you in this single moment of contact, decades of sorrow and grief, an emptiness immeasurable by time. But there is also hope and joy, lust and elation. Most importantly, there is love; a love that has weathered the test of time and survived even the most unthinkable circumstances.

The two of you pull apart, both crying and holding each other like your lives depend on it.

“I love you, dear heart. Thank you for coming back to me.”

“I love you too, Damien. Thank you for finding me.”

Dark speeds up the pace of his thrusts, breathing heavily in your ear.

“I am afraid it has been too long, my love. I have spent a century waiting to feel you like this again and now I find myself unable to hold back my release.”

“I’m close too. You feel so good.”

“I want you to cum with me now. Let me feel you.”

         He grabs your thighs and presses them back so that he can rut into you, ruthlessly. You cry out at the way the new angle causes the head of his cock to brush against a sweet spot deep inside that has you seeing stars. Your orgasm washes over you and you finish with a cry of his name. The tight heat of you bares down around him and the dam holding back Dark’s climax breaks. Waves of pleasure crash over him as he stills inside you, filling you with his release.

         The two of you lay together in silence, collecting your bearings. You think you might fall asleep until Dark gives a shallow thrust, his cock still hard inside you.

“How-”

He gives you a wicked grin and presses his lips to your ear.

“Feels so good, dear heart.” You sigh happily.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him down to kiss you. Dark groans against your lips, the rhythm of his thrusts faltering.

“You’re doing so well, my love; the way you fill me is always so perfect.”

“Fuck.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Don’t hide from me, Dark. You can hide from the rest of the world, but not from me. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

His thrusts have become sloppy and desperate. Dark whines when you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his cock deeper inside of you.

“I just want to please you, dear heart. I need to make up for what I’ve done.”

“I know you do. If you want to atone, I suggest you start by giving me your release.”

You tug his earlobe between your teeth and Dark reaches his peak with a cry of your name. He stills his hips, cock still buried to the hilt as he fills you with his cum.

“That’s it, darling.” Marc groans in your ear. “You feel so good around me, so tight.”

You press your hands on the mirror, the glass cool against your sweaty palms. Marc’s thrusts are erratic as he fucks you from behind, forcing the air from your lungs. You moan as you do your best to meet every thrust of his hips with one of your own.

Marc buries a hand in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back. When you open your eyes, you expect to see your own debauched reflection staring back at you. But instead of a pristine mirror, you find yourself looking through what you think to be a cracked window. But nothing could prepare you for who’s on the other side.

Dark stands on the other side of the shattered glass. His eyes meet yours and his stunned look is replaced with anger. Your panicked gasp earns a chuckle from Marc.

“I want you to cum for me, darling. I want you to cum for me while he watches, helpless to do anything. He needs to know I won.”

“Marc, w-what?”

He snakes a hand around to your front, frantically rubbing over all your most sensitive spots. You screw your eyes shut, unable to bear the weight of Dark’s gaze.

“Go on, my darling. We’re going to put on a show for sweet Damien. You’re going to cum on my cock, do you understand?”

You respond with a moan as he speeds up his thrusts, every slide of his cock inside you hitting your sweet spot and drowning you in waves of pleasure. Although you want to protest, you’re too lost to the pleasure to do anything but respond to the way Marc fucks you.

“That’s it. I can feel how close you are. You’re going to cum for me now. Go on, cum!”

“Damien!”

The coil snaps and you finish with a loud cry, too lost to the intensity of your orgasm to realize what you’ve just said.

When you open your eyes, Dark is smirking at you through the glass. Marc stills his thrust, pushing you face into the glass and growling your ear.

As soon as he appears in the living room, Dark knows something is off. He can feel your racing, frenzied thoughts from across the house. He heads down the hall towards your shared bedroom, opening the door slowly.

“Darling?”

You look up from your place on the bed like a deer in headlights. “D-Dark, you’re home.”

“Yes, I finished up early. Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah, why do you ask?”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you sigh. 

“Right…magic demon powers.” You wring your hands, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’m o-okay, just thinking…”

Dark curls a finger under your chin and tilts your head up so that you’ll meet his eyes. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

“I c-can’t. I can’t say it out loud. Couldn’t you just…read my mind or something?”

“I could, yes, but you know that’s not how this works. If you want something, you need to tell me.”

You turn away with a groan, wringing your hands. “It’s fine, it was nothing anyway. I’m going to go-”

Gentle hands grab your waist and pull you back against a strong chest. Dark rests his chin on your shoulder, stroking his hands up and down your arms. 

“My love, there’s no need to worry. If you want something, then I want to give it to you, but I can’t do that if you will not tell me.”

“I-” Your shoulders slump and you hide your face in your hands. “I want to be on top.”

There’s a moment of silence and then Dark is chuckling softly. 

“Really? That’s what you were so scared to tell me, darling?”

“No, you’re just going to tease me.” You push him away but he captures you in his arms again. “Forget I said anything.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tease. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“I-I think so. I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.”

“Alright, whatever you’d like. Do you want to do it right now?”

You nod.

“Okay then, what do you want me to do?”

“W-What?”

“If you’re in charge today, that means you’re calling the shots. What would you like me to do?”

“O-Oh yeah, um, I want you to…strip for me?”

“Of course, darling.”

Dark watches you with amused eyes as he begins to undress, slipping off his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt before removing that and his jacket. He lays them both over the chair in the corner of the room, careful not to wrinkle the fabric, always one for being meticulous. 

You watch with wide eyes as he undoes his belt with nimble fingers and slips it from the loops of his pants. Next, he unbuttons his pants, sliding them down and off along with his shoes and socks. Dark reaches for the band of his boxers but you stop him with a hand over his.

“Y-You can leave those on. For now.”

“Alright.”

Your eyes trace over his form, admiring his smooth, gray skin and lithe muscle. Hands on his shoulders, you push him down onto his back on the bed, climbing on top of him slowly. 

“Is this…okay?” 

He smiles up at you. “You know how much I enjoy having you all over me, darling.”

“G-Good.” You pause, looking him over. “What now?”

“What would you like to do?”

“I-Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask.” He cups the side of your face. “Take what you want from me, my love.”

Leaning down, you keep one hand planted on the bed for stability, and your other hand trails from his chest and up his neck to cup his jaw in a way he’s done to you many times before. You press your lips to his, closing your eyes and swiping your tongue over his bottom lip. 

Dark parts his lips, allowing you to slip your tongue inside and explore the cavern of his mouth. He tastes like mint and TV static; the feeling of kissing him always makes your lips tingle. You tangle your tongue with his and Dark groans up into your mouth.

He reaches up to wrap his arms around your waist but you grab his wrists and pin them above his head. You eye him cautiously but he simply smiles up at you, lips parted as he catches his breath. 

“You don’t want me to touch you, darling?”

“N-No, not yet.”

You return to the task at hand, kissing from his lips and over his jaw, trailing them down the column of his throat. Your mouth stops at the crook of his neck where you give small kitten licks to the skin there before sucking gently. 

Dark grunts. “Harder, my love, please? I love having your marks on me.”

You suck harder on the spot, digging your teeth in just a little, and the entity beneath you moans; his hips buck up into yours, allowing you to feel how hard he is already. You slide one of your hands down the front of his body, slipping your fingers beneath the edge of his boxers and wrapping around the base of his cock. 

“Oh, darling.” He moans, squeezing his eyes and smiling softly. 

“Does that…feel good?”

“Yes, you’ve gotten me so excited already. I want you so bad.”

“A-Are you going to be good for me?”

Dark looks up at you, eyes completely black, showing off the bearest hint of pointed teeth when he grins. “Aren’t I always?”

You whimper at the way he’s looking at you, but refuse to give up on your goal. Sliding off the bed, you strip yourself quickly and remove Dark’s last remaining article of clothing before climbing back on top of his. 

With one hand, you reach between the two of you to start stroking up and down his cock, the other going between your legs to start touching yourself. It doesn’t take long to get yourself ready, with how much you’d been thinking about this before Dark had gotten home. 

Rising up onto your knees, you guide the head of his cock to your entrance before sinking down onto him slowly. You both moan, Dark digging his fingers into the sheets and throwing his head back against the pillows. 

Once he’s fully inside you, you roll your hips down experimentally, pulling a groan from the entity beneath you. Dark takes a deep breath, looking up at you with hungry eyes. 

“Darling, I need you to move.”

Confidence spurred on by the way you’re affecting him, you simply smirk. “What do we say when we want something?”

“Please?” Dark says through gritted teeth, staring daggers up at you. 

“Much better.”

You raise yourself until his cock is just barely inside you then drop back down, clenching around him. You continue the rhythm, gaining speed with every thrust of your hips. You lean down to cup the side of his face and kiss him softly, a juxtaposition to the way you’re fucking yourself down onto him.

“Fuck,” Dark groans, “we should’ve done this ages ago.”

“Am I making you feel good?”

He nods, squeezing his eyes shut and bucking his hips up to meet every thrust. You slide your hand down from his cheek to rest at the front of his neck. Your fingers curl around the side of his throat, not applying real pressure, just there as a reminder of who’s in charge. 

Dark lays his hand over yours and you expect him to tug it away from his neck, what you don’t expect him to do is apply more pressure.

“A-Are you sure?”

“Please, darling, I’m not fragile. I want you to own me.”

Spurred on by the sound of desperation in his voice, you squeeze your hand around his throat, making Dark gasp. Having this ageless, powerful entity completely at your mercy, sends a fire blazing through you and you slam yourself down onto his cock with every thrust of your hips. You’re so close and you can tell he is too by the way he grabs your hips, fingers digging into your skin. 

“I want you to cum,” you moan, “can you do that for me?”

He nods vigorously and you tighten the hand around his throat. “Yes, darling, I’m so close.”

“Then cum for me, Dark.”

He cums with a shout, filling you with warmth. The feeling of his cum dripping out of you triggers your own orgasm and you still your hips as you clench around him violently, moaning his name as you do. 

As the two of you come down, you rest your full weight on Dark, well aware he can take it. You duck down and press kisses to his neck. 

“Are you alright?”

He nods with a soft hum, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“D-Did I do alright?”

“Go on, darling. Why don’t you get comfortable?”

Dark rests a hand on either side of your waist, his palms dwarfing your body, his fingers practically overlapping at your spine. He guides you down, helping you lower yourself onto his cock. Despite all the prep he’d done, it’s still a stretch and you whimper as the head presses inside. 

It’s an odd pleasure-pain being stretched open like this, quite unlike anything else you’ve ever experienced. Not that you’ve ever had anyone as big as Dark; you’re not even sure any mere mortal could compare with the demonic entity’s sheer size.

Despite the sting of it, it feels good. So good. By the time he’s bottoming out inside you, you feel as if you’re already teetering so close to that edge. Dark chuckles, rubbing a hand up and down your back. 

“You’re doing so well, dear heart. How does it feel?”

“Good, fuck, so full.”

“Only the best for my darling. Do you think you can move now?”

You nod, sucking in a deep breath and raising up on your knees just slightly before dropping back down. The two of you both groan at the friction and Dark’s hands get a hold of your hips. He pulls you up and guides you back down, setting a slow pace fucking you up and down on his cock. He moves your body like you weigh nothing, like you’re just a goddamn sex toy and you know it shouldn’t get you as hot as it does. 

“Fuck, Dark.” 

Pressing your face into the crook of his neck, you take the opportunity to press open mouthed kisses and small nips to his gray skin, reveling in the small grunts and moans he lets out. It feels so good, so right, being seated in his lap, thighs spread as far as they can go to straddle his lap. He’s hunched over you, crowding you despite the fact you’re the one on top. You feel so small, so frail, and it makes you want more. 

“Dark, please, please.”

“What is it, dear heart? What do you need?”

“Need you to fuck me. Need you to use me. Don’t want you to be fragile.”

The entity beneath you takes in a shaky breath, one hand tilting your chin up so you’ll meet his eyes. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

You nod enthusiastically, rolling your hips down against him the best you can. 

“Need you to take me, Dark. Need you to make me yours.”

He smirks, showing off a hint of pointed teeth. Dark blinks and his eyes have gone completely pitch black, sending a thrill up your spine when he looks down at you. His aura, which has been relatively calm this whole time, comes to life, blue and red light flickering around him. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than usual, and you can hear that faint ringing, almost as if it’s coming from inside your head. 

“I don’t need to make you mine, pet. You’re already mine, aren’t you?”

Dark slips his hands down, cupping your ass and lifting you all the way up his cock before forcing you back down. Pleasure zaps up your spine and you dig your nails into his back, clinging to him for dear life. He continues the same motion, picking up speed until he’s lifting you up and down his cock. 

“You are mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to take. Mine to use. You love this, don’t you, being a good little hole for Daddy to fill? Always so ready, always so eager.”

You nod, drunk on the waves of bliss washing over you. Every slide into you has the head of his cock rubbing against all the spots that make you see stars and you can feel yourself clenching and tightening around him, racing closer and closer to your finish. 

“So close already, darling. Are you going to be good and cum for Daddy? I want to feel it. I want to feel the way you tighten like a vice around me, cumming over and over, not because it feels good, but because it makes Daddy feel good.”

“Yes, yes, please Daddy, I’ll be good. Make me cum, make me cum, please.”

Although his hands stay firmly on your ass, you feel something cold and almost fluid in its motions slip between the two of you and begin to stroke over you quickly. 

“That’s it, pet. Just a little more. I want you to cum for me. Right. Now.”

A particularly deep thrust of his hips and you’re flung over the edge, crying his name. You cling to him helplessly, clenching around him and squirming in his hold. Dark doesn’t let up, fucking you through it, growling in your ear, biting gently at your neck. 

“Daddy,” you whine. 

With a few more thrusts, he holds you down in his lap, his cock completely buried inside you. He cums with a low groan and a wave of warmth washes over you at the feeling of his cum filling you. 

“Fuck.”

Dark chuckles, petting your hair and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“You did so well for me, dear heart.”

You rest your head on his chest, listening to his unusual heartbeat as you catch your breath.

“Think you wore me out.” You laugh.

Dark practically hisses, sucking in a breath and throwing his head back against the pillows. You watch the way the wax splatters against his skin, dripping before cooling in place, painting his chest in beautiful speckles of white. 

Pitch black eyes watch you with what some might assume to be a predator’s gaze, but you know better. Dark is relaxed and pliant beneath you, something you’re sure no other living or nonliving being has ever or will ever see. 

He’s stretched out on the bed, gray skin a beautiful contrast to the silky, cobalt sheets beneath him. His dark hair is splayed out around his head like a beautiful, dark halo. You take a moment to admire him, admire his inhuman beauty and wonder how you got so lucky. 

“An odd time to get sentimental, dear heart.”

You roll your eyes with a soft smile, ducking down to press a kiss to his cheek before dripping your wax over his chest, making him flinch with a content sigh. 

“You can’t blame me when you look like this, my love.”

“Yes, but I imagine there are more pressing things to attend to.”

As if to emphasize his point, the entity bucks his hips, drawing your eyes down to where his cock lays against his stomach. You’ve ignored this part of him for most of the night, giving him a few lazy strokes when you’d pulled his pants off before focusing your attention on other parts of his body. 

You’re sure, if his hands weren’t bound and stretched above his head, that he would be stroking himself slowly, trying to tempt you into giving him what he wants. But not today. Today you wanted a canvas. Today you wanted to get him to truly relax. 

“I suppose there are, and I will attend to them, just not right now.”

You tilt the candle once again, drizzling a line all the way down from the bottom of his sternum to just above where the head of his cock sits leaking on his stomach. He jerks at the closeness of it, bucking his hips up involuntarily and letting out a quiet groan. 

“Tease.” He grumbles. 

“You love it.”

“What I love is having you on my cock, taking you apart piece by delicious piece until you’re a mindless mess beneath me.”

You shudder at his words and the heat in his dark gaze, but you shake your head and return your attention to the task at hand. 

Sliding your hand up and down the length of his abdomen, you glide the tips of your fingers just barely over his cock before returning your hands to his chest. You peel each spot of wax off of him, admiring the flush each one leaves behind. 

“You’re going to get bored of teasing me eventually, darling. You’ll be desperate to have me filling you one way or the other.”

He’s challenging you, attempting to goad you into being more rough with him, but you refuse to give in. 

“I told you before we started I was going to take my time, darling, and I meant that.”

“Yes, I remember. But do you have the patience for that?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, pouring wax over his collarbones. “Do you?”

Dark groans, arching his back and squeezing his eyes shut. 

“I think you underestimate my resolve, Dark. I can certainly be patient when I want to be, and I think I’d really enjoy keeping you here like this all night.”

The entity lets out a shaky breath, flinching when you rest one of your hands on his thigh. Your palm slides slowly up and over his hip, briefly stopping to scrape your nails over his hip bone, before resting at the base of his cock. You take him into your hand gently, wrapping your fingers around him and giving him a few languid strokes. 

“That’s it.” He groans. 

You continue to drip wax over him with one hand, using the other to caress his cock. You notice as time goes on, Dark gets more and more relaxed, almost beginning to melt into the bed. His hips roll up into your touch occasionally and he twitches just slightly with every splatter of wax against his skin. 

After a while, you speed up your pace, twisting your hand over the head of his cock with every pass. The entity beneath you moans long and low, hips rocking up into your hand with every stroke. He’s moaning freely now, something you don’t get to see very often, and every sound that passes his lips sets your body on fire. 

“Darling,” he groans. 

“Are you getting close, my love?”

Dark nods, opening his eyes to look up at you with a hungry gaze. 

“Good. I want you to feel good, Dark. I want you to cum for me.”

His eyebrows knit together and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m so close, dear heart. Just a little more.”

You slow down your strokes and he’s about to protest when a few drops of the hot wax splatter across the length of his cock and he’s cumming with a loud, surprised cry. You watch in awe at the way he falls apart beneath you, back arching and cock spilling over his stomach. 

When he finally flops down against the bed with a long sigh, you blow out the candle and sit down next to him, running a hand through his hair. 

“How was that?”

“Good, darling, very good.”

“See? Now do you understand why I was taking my time?”

His eyes open slowly and it’s not the lazy gaze you were expecting but that of a predator about to make the kill. You have time to gasp softly before you hear the sound of his handcuffs breaking and he flips you onto his back. Dark pins you to the bed, climbing over you and looking down at you with a devilish smirk.