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Blazing.

I yanked his hair back, my fingers knotting against his scalp, and my knee pressing beside his thighs on the bed. A grumble escaped his lips, --- a smile following behinde as he clutched onto the mattress.

"Treat you rough?" My voice was a low grunt. My heart throbbed against my ribs, my chest heaving as my gaze tracked the blooming accross his cheeks and the vurnerable and tender arch of his neck.

A shiver ran down my spine, my eyes glued to his neck. Control over the hungry itch in my teeth wanted to slip right that second.

I could've branded his flesh with my name and he would thank me for it. I wanted to. I needed to.

Tightning my fingers on his scalp, I leaned close to his ear and whispered. "How much do you want? Are you an addict? Your hunger seems to only increase the more I feed it."

"I'll be whatever you want me to be, master. Just --- please, don't stop." He breathed, staring at me from the corner of his glimmering and seeking eyes.

"Fuck." I exhaled, my fingers sliding from the sweaty silk of his hair as the coiled tightness vanished from my muscles.