Rowe: Stepped out of a hot shower and toweled his tanned skin off slowly, before slipping into a pair of black sleeping pants that hung low on his hips. The fact of the matter was he was worn out, tired from last night’s events and required a night of relaxing with his most cherished submissive. He slowly walked out of the bathroom his bare feet padding on the tile of his suite before lying down on his navy blue couch and stretching out like a cat. When he heard her knock, he simply yelled “Doors open Marley, come on in and close it behind you.”

Marley hummed as she opened the door to Rowe's suite, carrying a small brown bag of cooking ingredients in her arms as she slipped inside. "Hello, Sir!" she greeted cheerfully, closing the door behind her and moving to set the bag on the kitchenette counter. "Did you have a good day?" she asked, shrugging out of her coat and finding a suitable spot to set it down with her bookbag as well. From where she stood, he seemed pretty tired, which made her wonder if picking up supplies from The Store for dinner had been a good idea after all.

Rowe: Had an arm tucked behind his head as he laid on the couch, looking up at the pretty girl before him he smiled sweetly. “Hallo Marley…” He replied cooly as he rose from the couch and walked up behind her, trailing his fingers through her hair to place a kiss on the back of her neck. “Promptly perfect, and my day was good. Just kinda tired I suppose. And yours?” Hazel eyes studied her face intently as he leaned against the counter, and peaked into he bag of goodies. “What are you planning lil’ minxette…?”

Marley smiled to herself at the small gesture of affection and shared the same warm look with him. "I pride myself on punctuality," she nodded, moving to pull items out of the paper bag. "My day was really good. I managed to finish up my homework during lunchtime and tested out a new recipe in my cooking class, which I'm going to make /you/ for dinner tonight."

Rowe: Smiled widely, “I’m glad your day went well.” The Dom watched her pull out supplies as he leaned against the counter regarding her. “You seem very happy, bit of a glow emitting from within.” He teased as he fingers toyed with a particularly long dread. “What are you planning on making for meh?” His curiosity getting the better of him while he took a seat on a nearby stool.

Marley "A glow?" she asked with a chuckle. "I guess you could say I'm having a pretty good week. Maybe I'm sunshiney for that reason." She hummed again as she moved around the kitchenette in search of a pot and a skillet to set on the stove. "I'm going to make you some penne pasta with fresh zuccini and squash. My mom used to grow squash back at home and if you get it in its prime, it tastes wonderful. So I hope you'll like it." Once she had her hands washed and started chopping up the vegetables while the stove top heated up, she spoke up again. "What's your favorite meal?" she asked curiously.

Rowe: Lips broke into a knowing smile, which grew into a highly amused grin. He nodded, “Mmm sounds delish. I can confess I am not a picky eater, I will always try new things, and I like food.” Rowe brought a large hand to his chin and rubbed in in thought, her question registering but he wanted to be honest. “I’d say my favorite food would be pizza, I am so easy. Also I will add sushi, a really good sushi roll and I will be content!” He chuckled and then his stomach growled, he realized only then how vanished he was. “What about you? Are you a sweets girl? I tend to be more of a salty dog, I like salt over sweet things…”

Marley gave him a sheepish grin as the question turned on her. "I'm definitely a sweets girl," she admitted, scooping up the sliced up squash to toss into the skillet with a bit of olive oil. "I have to have things in small sizes and moderation, or else you'll have a hyperative Rose on your hands. And I've been known to jump on beds or start singing top forty hits when I go past that point." She heard the tell-tale sounds of a stomach growling and giggled quietly. "Would you like something to nibble on while I cook, Sir?"

Rowe: Hazel eyes went wide momentarily as he imagined what she would be like hyper. “So, you wouldn’t jump my bones instead?” He teased playfully as he scratched at his bare shoulder and chuckled. “How thoughtful of you, I would thank you.” The tall Dom slipped off his perch only to wrap his hands around her waist as he stood behind her, his warm lips met her neck in a bold move. He nibbled and kissed on her smooth skin before muttering. “The sweetest sin is beneath my lips.”

Marley 's cheeks flushed as she laughed again and tried to hide her amusement behind the guise of stirring vegetables around with her spatula. "I don't know. I've never tried to pounce on someone before while I was hyper... and all the times before that I was a virgin, so it didn't really occur to me to do that." She shrugged, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. A moment later though, he had taken her suggestion to heart by nibbling on /her/, causing her to giggle and squirm. "I was thinking more along the lines of some crackers," she mused, "You'll spoil your appetite if you eat something sweet before dinner, Sir."

Rowe: Breathed against her neck sending a warm current of air down her skin, “Thing is I think we may need to test that theory one night.” His mind went into overdrive at the idea of Marley not being able to get enough of him. Her girly giggle and squirms only egged him on, his lips not deterred one bit as he continued his kisses. “Polly does not want the cracker. He wants the sweets…badly. The Dom’s voice dropped and octave or two, getting low and thick when the last word left his lips.

Marley shivered involuntarily, her hand faltering to a brief pause in stirring as the same heated breath on her neck spread heat to her cheeks. It was a strange thought to entertain, her making the first move without being ordered and being advanced upon first, but it clearly intrigued Rowe, in his insistence on lavishing her available skin with kisses was anything to go off of. "Sir!" she giggled again with another squirm, his words sending a swift shot of warmth staight to her stomach. His voice was just not fair at all, not when he got like this. She finally had to pause in tending to the food so she could turn her head to look at him. Probably a bad idea. His eyes were her weakness. "We can have sweets after dinner... yes?" she tried.

Rowe: Adored teasing her, more then he probably should but he tended to be playful. Her school girl like behavior was wrecking his senses all he really wanted to do right now was lift her up on the counter and have his way with her. When Marley turned to face him, he met her gaze and smiled softly as he started to nuzzle his lips against hers. The Dom chose to stop short, a half an inch of space between her pout and his as a small groan of disappointment left him. “Nay~” His hand clasped her free hand and brought it to his bare chest, his warm skin seemed to sizzle with sensation under her feminine and dainty touch.

Marley As predicted, his eyes were her undoing. Or at least it distracted her long enough to allow the space between them to close up until their lips were merely a breath apart. But even at his 'nay', she couldn't help but chuckle a little. The hand he'd grabbed to clasp to his chest seemed to soak up the warmth of his skin, and she couldn't resist letting her fingertips trail over it for a moment. "What if I burn dinner?" she asked quietly, her gaze averting briefly from his to check on the skillet. "Maybe just a little, teeny-tiny taste..."

Rowe: let a raspy chuckle slip from him when he heard Marley's. His heart hammed against his chest and his body temp seemed to soar, instantaneously under her demure caress. The Dom shook his head slightly to her question, "Something else is burnin' mi corazon..." He intoned, his voice heady and dripping with heated desire before he nuzzled his lips against hers, practically melting at the contact that shot slivers of pleasure right up his spine.

Marley had a hard time /not/ smiling with Rowe that close to her, let alone when he was still using that voice with her. The one that became raspy and gravely and shiver-inducing, to the point that Marley actually forgot she was in the middle of doing something else. When he got close enough, she tilted her chin up and met him for a slow kiss that drew the breath right from her lungs. Her fingertips curled into his skin and her heart sped right up to match the pulse under her palm.

Rowe: Wanted to sink into her, seek refuge and peace within her arms. His kiss turned subtly naughtier as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, flickered it against hers in a cat and mouse chase. His lanky arms wrapped around her slender waist as he pulled her closer to him, pressing their bodies together in all consuming want and need. He marveled at how such an innocent minx affected him so, whatever it was she possessed he wanted it. Rowe wanted her and that was why he put the claim in for Marley.

Marley smiled into his kiss, her arms moving to slide around his neck and further diminish the space between them. She almost dropped her spatula then as a soft sound died in her throat. Why did he have to taste so good? He probably tasted better than any meal she could cook up for the both of them. And now she knew precisely why he'd been so eager for 'just a taste'. Or nibble. Whichever it was. But the skillet started making a sizzling sound, causing her to break the kiss early with a soft and reluctant groan.

Rowe: Ego bolstered when her arms slid over his shoulders, he felt his protective feelings flare for her as his heart clenched. His kiss was greedy, as if he’d never have his lust slaked for her. Never. The sound of food sizzling broke his focus and he slowly let her go as their lips parted. It would be the best thing to let her finish, burning down his kitchen wouldn’t make either of them look good at all. “Smells good!” He chimed giving her behind a playful swat before opening his fridge and standing there. “What did you want to drink? Oh and what movie did you bring?”

Marley squeaked softly with the swat to her rear-end, and habit had her tugging at her skirt to cover the aforementioned part in question. "I hope so," she chuckled and rubbed at her cheeks with her free hand as she stood guard over the now well-cooked vegetables. "They're garden fresh so they'll taste even better." As unpredictable as he was, she supposed that was a big reason why she liked his company so much. There was never a dull moment with him, and he kept her on her toes. She took the skillet off the heat and grabbed the pot of pasta to drain over the sink. "I'll just have some water... and I brought a few movies since I wasn't sure what kind you liked to watch."

Rowe: Inhaled deeply, completely starved for food and the aforementioned topic of ‘sweets’. The Dom reached for a bottle of water and a coke for himself, he also grabbed some napkins and made his way to the coffee table setting them down lightly. He made sure the TV was on, and the DVD player was good to go. He glanced over his shoulder, hazel eyes watching her for a moment before he smiled and walked back in the kitchen. “Killin’ meh Marley…” He said rubbing his bare, flat stomach and giving her a devilish hazel eyed wink before he gathered up plates and utensils, setting them on the counter for them. “As for the movie, I am game for anything. I’m easy going…”

Marley regarded him for a moment, eyes squinting in thought. "We can watch Flashdance then," she beamed, grabbing the plates to start assembling them with food. "It's an easy story to follow, and there's a little bit of everything for everyone in it. Plus, the main character is a welder and a dancer. How much more unpredictable can you get?" Once both plates were filled, she lead the way back out to the living area and set the down on the coffee table. "And if you decide it's too boring, then we can try one of the other movies I brought."

Rowe: Chuckled, “Game on…” He blurted out with enthusiasm. “Unpredictable…I like it.” He rumbled flopping down on the couch, eyeing the food and practically drooling. It smelled delicious and he was very curious as to whether Marley was a good cook or not, because he had yet to sample anything crafted by her. Rowe reached for his soda and cracked it open as the movie was popped in and started. He patted the couch next to him, as his gaze met Marley’s pretty blues. “Come now, mi Corazon.”

Marley couldn't help but melt a little bit /every/ time he called her that. Once she had the movie loading up, she kicked out of her shoes and grabbed her bottle of water before plopping down on the couch beside him, tucking her legs off to the side. She then situated them both with their plates and utensils, waiting for Rowe to take his first bite before eating. She wanted his opinion first, just in case. "Let me know what you think, pretty please," she beamed.

Rowe: Nodded and obliged her small request, his long fingers holding the utensil as he popped a piece of squash in his mouth and chewed with a blissful smile. “Mmm so good. Very good. I approve immensely so.” He rasped before stuffing another bite, along with pasta in his mouth. It did not take him too much time to actually clean his plate while they watched the movie. He began to relax, finally. Marley’s presence, the feeling of being cared for, his belly full left him rather grateful as he sunk further back into the couch. It was perfect he surmised watching her eat the last bite of food on her plate. She was perfect. He swallowed hard thinking about what he’d said to her the other day, and what his course of actions would bring about for the both of them. He was at peace with his decision, nothing would change his mind on the matter.

Marley beamed proudly. That recipe would definitely be going into her big book. And as she dug into her food as well (not as excitedly as Rowe, but she /was/ hungry after a long day of classes), her mind was already thinking up a plethora of other dishes and treats she could make for him at a future time. The prospect of that future time being closer than she thought made her all the more chipper. She liked serving, and she liked taking care of people especially Rowe. "Would you like seconds, Sir?" she asked once she'd reached her last bite and noticed his plate was completely clean. "There's more left in the kitchen if you would."

Rowe: Shook his head in a gentle no motion as he took a long drink from his soda and sat it on the edge of the coffee table. The Dom tentatively reached for what he really craved and pulled the innocent damsel to him, closing distance between them effortlessly. “I’m good. Thank you for the wonderful meal.” He leaned over and gave her a soft peck on the cheek as he watched the movie for a while. One arm was wrapped around her while the other held her hand; he absentmindedly began to caress her fingers. Taking the time to draw slow lines down each one, paying attention to her knuckles, paying attention to how soft they were compared to his rough hands.

Marley abandoned her empty plate and water bottle on the coffee table in favor of curling up in the spot right next to Rowe. She happily settled in and rest her head against his shoulder, letting both the warmth of his body and the familiarity of the movie ease her into a content state of relaxation. Usually she had her cuddles with Edie under that ridiculous(ly cute) pink blanket of hers, or with Harper on the few late nights when she was feeling in the mood for it. But with Rowe it was different. She felt like she could sink right into him and stay there forever the heady warmth he provided. Her eyes eventually drifted away from the TV to watch his hand with her own - fair skin contrasted against a rich tan shade, velvety soft against rugged and weathered. They were different but they still seemed to fit somehow.

Rowe: His touch slowly made its way up her arm and then into her deep, chocolate hued hair. His fingers gliding through the indulgent softness as the movie suddenly became an afterthought. All Rowe could think of was how he wanted her here with him, all of the time. He cleared his throat softly as he brought her hand to his bare chest once again, the craving for her touch becoming overwhelming. The TV’ noise faded into the back ground as he focused on the way her chest rose and fell with each gentle breath she drew in. His gaze focused on her face admiring her creamy ivory complexion, of which indicated she took care of herself. Another plus to laying claim to her. Rowe leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead in a gentle and nurturing movement. “Thank you for everything Mi Corazon, you please me time and time again…” He cooed with the utmost adoration and fondness.

Marley His touch was soft, careful in comparison to the usual firm and steady grip he was ought to take with her, and it made her curl up that much more in the crook of his arm. She moved her legs to drape over his as she got comfortable. She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat under her palm again - it almost seemed to match her own - and she found its rhythm to have a lulling effect. The movie was long-forgotten by that point, though, so the possibility of falling asleep there with him on the couch was not much of a fuss for her. Not when she felt so warm and he felt so comfortable. Her expression remain soft and hinted at her own fatigue from the long day, but she still smiled at his praise and shifted so she could wrap her arms around his torso, effectively drawing her that much closer to him. "That's all I want to do," she murmured, nuzzling against his skin. "I just want to please you."

Rowe: Inhaled sharply, his stomach muscles tensing when Marley nuzzled against him in the manner she chose to. With her legs over his lap his hand drifted to her ankle, sliding over the bone then up her calf in a slow caress. The length of her stems seemed to go on and on, the polish of her skin left him momentarily breathless as his hand slid over the crest of her knee cap. “You do…all the time. Effortlessly.” Rowe’s hand traveled north, straight up her thigh with a gentle caress before he devilishly slipped it under the edge of her skirt.

Marley smiled to herself, eyes closed as she settled her head against his shoulder again. A moment like this didn't seem terribly dependent upon words to fill the lapses of silence, and she liked that. Often she felt the need to fill silence with even the most meaningless of chatter, so as to avoid that awkward lull of quiet when there's nothing quite left to say. But with Rowe, most of their interactions seemed to be more physical than verbal. Hands-on, if you will. Much like now as she felt his hand trace a path along the entire length of her leg until he was edging close to her hip under the hem of her skirt. It was the first time since being attacked that she'd even felt remotely brave enough to do without her stockings and she'd almost forgotten that she had anything to hide in the first place. But she didn't feel nervous, just a tad bit warm. One of her hands in turn took to his chest, tracing along the various tattoos on his skin with the same care as the hand on her thigh.

Rowe: Hand slipped up her skirt and he pressed one finger along her mound, even though there was a lacy undergarment in his way he could still feel the warmth emanating from there as that pushed him over the edge. The Dom swiftly moved them both into a new position, as he laid on top of her stretched out on the couch. His hands cupped her face and he seized her lips, his kiss was frenzied and it dawned on him, he’d wanted her for days and not had his lust for her sated even remotely because of the attack. That memory slipped into his mind and halted his heated blaze of passion, The Dom choose to be tender, caring sensitive to her needs. He sucked gently on her lower lip, nibbled it lightly and then slipped his tongue in her mouth wanting that taste of sweetness he’d sampled earlier.

Marley breathed out shakily against his skin and tensed briefly as his hand wandered under her skirt, between her legs. She could the same warmth pressed to his hand filling her cheeks as her head rose to look at him. In the same instant, he had her on her back and squirming below him as his kiss damn-near scorched her lips. She had nothing from skin to hold onto, so she grasped his shoulders until their kisses grew less feverish and more grounded in the moment. She let go and let her fingertips run down his back instead, taking the rare moment to actually get to /feel/ him. Far too often she was left without access to him, no way to feel his muscles tense and jump under the pressure of her touch, no way to trace the sharp defined lines of his body. But now, with the opportunity quite literally in her hands' grasp, she took what she could.

Rowe: Groaned into her mouth, her hands gliding over the curves of his back causing havoc on his senses. But, he wanted her touch, her wanted her all too curious touch all over his body down to every inch of warm skin. “Marley, touch me. Explore me. Please meh…” His voice was filled with raw want, put on display by the husky depth it had lowered to. The Dom slowly rose, catching his breath as his bare chest heaved and he sat in the opposite corner of the couch looking back at her, hazel eyes intense and full of desire as his thick lashes fluttered at the idea of her hands all over his body. “That’s an order Mi Corazon.” As the words left his lips he felt as if he’d jump out of his own skin, he was so hot that he began to pant slightly.

Marley Something happened to her in the time between Rowe's plea for her to explore him and the confirmation of it being, in fact, an order. She'd had a taste of the tiniest bit of control of where her desires drove her, and if had left her breathing just as heavily, body buzzing from head to toe with that singular need to touch. As such, she swallowed back the dryness in her throat and maneuvered from her spot of the couch to crawl to him, a look of great determination and need in her eyes. Her hands landed on either side of his frame while her lips hit the planes of his chest first, pressing fervent kisses in an ever-winding trail across his skin. Her thoughts were in overdrive as they wondered how different parts of him felt, how they tasted, what ways she could learn to make him squirm just like he did she, and it was those same thoughts that followed a much hotter trail of kisses up his neck and the opposing path of one hand coasting over his heated skin. Nails dragged lightly at first, then with more meaning, across his abs, and by then she was panting in the same fashion as him, her lips hovering just a breath away from his.

Rowe: Felt as if liquid heat were pouring through his veins, he could barely contain himself around her. His body reacted quickly to her touch time and time again. Every muscle in his body vibrated with tingly awareness as her lips were pressed to caramel colored skin, causing the dread locked Dom to smile lazily. It occurred to him that he had not been properly worshiped in ages; it seemed he was always doing for others. His breath hitched when her kiss drifted to his neck, and the feeling of nails dragged across his skin painful pleasure mingling with intensity. The drag across his abs caused them to clench hard while a bolt of lust shoot straight to the head of his prick. Rowe felt himself hardening under her exploratory touches and took in a sharp breath as their lips lingered apart from each other’s in a teasingly and maddening way.

Marley wanted to kiss him so badly, but instead she dragged her lips down the opposite line of his jaw, letting her warm puffs of breath meet his skin as she tried to rein in her own excitement and focus on Rowe's pleasure instead. No inch of his skin was left untouched. Her kisses and the varying degrees of pressure from her hands covered every last exposed part of him as she worked her way south. She eased herself off the couch and nudged his legs open as she settled between them. Her lips paused once briefly just below his navel as her fingers curled into the hem of his lounge pants and tugged just a bit to bring his hips closer to the edge of the couch. "Please, Sir," she asked breathlessly, "may I take these off?"

Rowe: 's body stiffened with shock as her lips tasted every inch of his skin as if he were some kind of dessert, he chuckled at the sensations she was causing. Marley was driving him half-crazy his hunger for the little minx hovering over him with unrivaled adoration made his hunger for her insatiable. Her plump lips, her long hair falling around him like a silk veil, tickling his bare chest making his lust spike to an almost unbearable point as his fingers dug int the plush cushion of the couch. Rowe heard her question, his brain fogged with a thick haze as his hazel eyes met hers, briefly drowning in her baby blues before he muttered. "Aye. Now, Marley." The Dom's voice sounded dark, masculine tones turning increasingly deep and husky.

Marley wasted no time after that tugging the article of clothing off his hips until it could slide down and gather in a pool of material on the floor. There was something incredibly cathartic about channeling every bit of her energy and herself into one simple task - pleasing him. Her nose trace a line up the inside of one thigh, pressing a slow kiss to the innermost point before she moved to lavish attention on the opposite side. In the meantime, one hand found its home wrapped around his girth, squeezing gently with a slow upward stroke as she nuzzled against his knee.

Rowe: Melted into the couch, pools of heat spreading thought his body as his veins burned with heated need for this particular submissive. With his member already in her hand and being stroked he resisted the urge to buck his hips up into her hand. There was a difference in touch and motion when someone was pleasing someone they wanted too, verses it just being an order out of a punishment. Her kisses on his inner thighs caused lust to fill his groin area with molten heat and his long prick to throb under her little hands grip.

Marley 's lips blazed a trail back up his inner thigh until they floated up to meet the tip of his length, brushing soft at first as she took an unsteady breath, before her tongue took a tentative taste of the bead of moisture gathered there. She wouldn't be able to say when 'giving head' had become a fixation of hers, but she supposed when the interest of taking care of someone came into play, those thoughts inevitably crossed the inquiring mind. Or maybe she was still transfixed by the fact that giving pleasure to him in turn aroused her? Whatever the reason, she was eager for a taste of him. Her tongue next ran a line from root to tip before the pout of her lips wrapped around said tip instead to start a slow stroke between both them and her hand.

Rowe: Groaned loudly as her tongue licked at the trickle of pre-cum already leaking from his silky head. The Dom’s head tilted back and his back muscles tensed as her tongue danced across his impressive length, uneven gasps for air escaped him as he was being pleased by a perfect example of devotion. Skin on fire and cock as hard as a dammed spike he bite down on his lower lip as his gaze settled on her, watching her trail her tongue along his staggering length and then take the silky helmet completely in her warm, wet mouth. Rowe could not remember the last time he was this aroused? His body seemed to respond to her care on a base level with pure, raw lust as his heart raced like a rabbits –frantic and fast.

Marley While both her mouth and one of her hands serviced his pulsing prick at a steadily faster rate, her free hand roamed over his skin in search of a spot that would make him tense or shudder under her touch. A slow squeeze up the length of his thigh, fingertips ghosting across the space between his navel and where her lips met his skin, a steady grip on his hip when she felt he might buck up into her waiting mouth. That added connection of skin meeting warm skin, scorching hers with a heat similar to her own growing desire, seemed to give her that much more of a desire to bring him to that place that gave her such a high that she never wanted to come down.

Rowe: Wanted to buck and ride his hips up into her mouth, but instead he circle them slow, long steady rythum that caused him to mumble incoherent dirty words. His hard column stood proud and erect as her lips tended to him, his skin ached under her caress wanting more and more of her as he drowned in the undertow of mindless lust. Shivers shot down his spine, “Marley~” He moaned, “Are you wet?” He inquired under the caress of her curious hand. Rowe felt, drugged, heavy as if his body were not his own as she sucked him, he wanted to know if she was aroused so badly. Was there dampness gathered between those impressively long thighs? Dampness due to pleasuring him?

Marley was far too busy focusing on the task at hand to answer him at first. That sounds he was was making made pride swell in her chest - /she/ was the reason for them, it was her mouth and her hands and just plain /her/ that caused that string of expletives to leave him at a rapid-fire pace - but despite her growing need to feel him unravel under her touch like he did to her, he had asked her a question that begged an answer. She pulled her lips from him with an audible pop and a sharp inward breath, her hand keeping up the pace in her mouth's absence. "Yes," was her one-worded answer. Her knees were actually squeezed together in attempts to relieve some of the pressure she felt in her lower abdomen, and as much as it embarrassed her to admit, one of her favorite set of panties were quickly becoming soaked.

Rowe: Choked out a sob of pleasure as she sucked him so hard, he thought he was going to explode pouring not only a huge load into her mouth but a piece of his soul. When her lips released him he shuddered, rapid waves of heat flickering up and down his body as pressure started to peak under the quick stroke of her hand milking him. Marley’s answer made his hazel eyes roll slightly, he suddenly had the urge to know precisely how wet she was for him! He reached for her as he sat up, pulling the little minx into his lap and claiming her lips in a rough and demanding kiss. The Dom’s hands slipped up her skirt and yanked her pretty undergarments off her legs tossing them behind his shoulder with not a care in the world. Rowe’s hand slipped between her lithe legs as he cupped her mound, feeling exactly how wet she was. How wet she was –for him- his long, fingers played ministrations out against her lips before slipping them skillfully into her core. Rowe’s kiss followed suit, his tongue shot in her mouth, mimicking the pace of his fingers sliding in and out of her rapidly as her little hand continued to stroke him off with unrivaled determination.

Marley almost protested when Rowe pulled her up off the floor and into his lap, but there was really no fighting a fierce kiss from a Hart. Especially once from Rowe. There was also no fighting desire on both their ends, it appeared, seeing as he took it upon himself to divest her of her undergarments in a single fluid motion. A sharp sound left her at the feel of his hand pressed right up against the source of her need, and the hand that had slowed around his cock picked up pace again, soon matching the digits that he had slipped so deftly inside of her. She didn't even have to ask him (how scandalous would that be?) to go faster or harder, he already did so without her even having to indicate her want of it. Her moans died as soon as they came, muffled with his kiss and delightfully talented tongue. It didn't even matter that she was still in her school uniform and was too chicken to let him see her without it on - he still wanted her and that felt better than anything in the world, rivaled only by an orgasm at his hands. Or lips. Or... that thought trailed off as she stroked him with renewed purpose. She needed to make him cum before she did.

Rowe: Breathed hard, the muscles in arms and chest were tight and strained his passion as fierce as the man himself. As his kiss devastated and his other free hand skimmed along her body, from breast to hip and then to her round ass. The sensations he was being blasted with could only be described as incredible. His fingers slid into her rapidly, as his wide palm crashed into her tender pearl of nerves repeatedly as the Dom used his wicked touch to make her surrender to him. The sensitive seams of her folds seemed to quiver with shake and desire as she squirmed under his hands deliberate movements. However with each wicked stroke of her hand along his shaft, he was being rendered into a pool of pressurized steam, of which caused a loud groan to escape his lips into her mouth as the thick shaft in her hand jumped with a strong pulse, shooting thick, chains of cum straight up into the air. Rowe clasped his hand to the back of her head, melting and groaning loudly into her mouth, his lips never leaving hers by much. The Dom’s orgasm took him on a free fall of pleasure, wave after crashing wave.

Marley got her wish in quite an explosive way. She could feel the rumble of Rowe's groan reverberate in /her/ chest, and the ferocity of the kiss that came right after sucked the air from her lungs. She herself was getting a light sheen of sweat on her skin as his fingers drove her right off the edge as well. Hot and barely breathing, with almost a whine to the progression of sounds accompanying his ministrations, she finally came with a buck of her hips against the heel of his palm. She couldn't even stop the higher-pitched moans that continued on afterward as she rocked her hips into his hand, riding out her high while her hand finally slowed to a stop around his cock. It was only as she started to come down and catch her breath that she realized not only was her hand covered in Rowe's mess of cum, but his stomach and chest as well. And her blouse. And her /hair/. She caught sight of the milky white string caught in a tendril of her hair and couldn't help but blush a little as she fought off a giggle.

Rowe: Blinked his hazel eyes open and shook his head at the mess they had made of themselves. His fingers were drenched as he slowly removed them from her. He could not help but chuckle, he wanted to pull her to him but that would have just been wrong. “Methinks its shower time.” He sputtered slowly getting up with her in tow, holding her hand and helping her walk on shaky legs. The tall naked Dom led her to his bathroom, gave the shower knob a spin and stepped in, “I will be just a moment then it’s all yours.” He chimed over the roar of hot, steamy water.

Black  screen.

White letters.

Typed out with pain gripping the heart like a steel jawed trap.

Technology slipped through the tall Dom’s fingers, slowly. Time went into a hazy, sedated concept as the realization of what had transpired crept into the deepest, darkest corners of Rowe’s mind.

Marley had been attacked, nearly raped and left for dead.

The one person he cared about above anyone else had suffered and he had been powerless to stop the tragedy, as had everyone else on this godforsaken campus.

The one person he had been contemplating claiming.

The one person who had captured the heart of a Hart.

In a cloudy fury of rage, Rowe’s gaze settled on his phone as it tumbled, flipped and fell to the ground. Hitting a corner and spinning before the device finally settled in a silent resting place. That’s what this felt like, like. Falling. Spinning and tumbling with nothing to hold onto.

Unnerving.

No control.

Sickening.

Hazel eyes took on a steely resolve, flickering fiercely with unchecked retribution. There was nothing he could do, it had been taken out of his hands from the beginning.

He was of no consequence.

Belligerence caused a tick to flutter haphazardly along his temple before the dread locked man lost all control.

The sudden burst of strength brought on by the terrifying reality, caused his temper to ignite. Rowe turned swiftly, reeled back a muscular arm with a sharp breath and then shot it out with every ounce of force he could muster. Stepping into a fighter’s movement, his full weight powered his fist as it collided with the freshly painted, white wall of his suite.

Not once, but twice.

The walls plaster and sheet rock crumbled and splintered around his fist as a hole was beaten into a foe he would never be graced with the privilege of meeting face to face.

Long dreads moved with a quick step back from the deadly dance that never materialized in reality, he stared down at the hole in the wall, his eyes burning with hot tears that threatened to spill over at the slightest push. Rowe cursed at the wall, brought up his large hands and motioned for the enemy that was a figment of his clouded imagination to come at him. He took in a breath and hocked a ball of spittle at the wall before he flew at it a third time, sending his fist clean through to the other side.

Rowe felt the wall give way, crumbling under his pent up rage. He felt the skin being ripped off of his knuckles, boiling blood gushing from the wounds as his heart rate refused to slow. He felt the bones of his fingers being jolted out of place and dislocated on a finger or two. He gasped at the shooting pain that revolted up his arm and long spine before he pulled his now throbbing hand from the walls facade.

The Dom stepped from the wall with a slow swagger as if he half expected retaliation from his foe, but nothing came except for the excruciating pulse of pain. His gaze drifted to his hand, bloodied and bruised possibly a digit slightly misplaced or thorn askew.

He held his shaky hand up with keen reflection and finally inhaled deeply, he knew what need to be done, he had to correct the situation.

He had to run damage control.

He had to heal and sooth pain.

Realization drifted into his mind like a dewy morning fog, slow and steady as he compared matters internally.

Damage control for Marley.

Heal and sooth the pain for Marley.

Be strong.

Be there.

'How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.'

William Shakespeare

Rowe: Looked down at his handiwork, Marley was breathing slightly faster as excitement seemed to grip her. Then again it wasn’t every day a damsel found herself tied down to a study, wooden coffee table in the middle of a Dom’s suite. Her delicate writs were tied off with black nylon, wrapped around them and the table legs anchoring her down with ease. Her feet were bound in a similar fashion, as she laid their completely naked. The Dom could not help but smile as he lite a few white tea lights that resided on a silver dining room tray close by. White candles were not as intense as colored or even scented candles, so for her fist time he chose to keep it simple. Keeping the submissive safe should always be a Dom’s first priority. “Breath, Marley…” His breathy rasp of a voice soothed with a choice command, while he reached for a bottle of oil. Hazel eyes bore down to hers and held her gaze as his rough hands smoothed over her soft skin, spreading a thin veil of oil over her body an act he enjoyed far too much as the smile that pulled at the edges of his lips indicated.

Marley knew that her nerves (excitement? both?) were showing as she watched Rowe move around the room getting things prepped for their foray into candle play. She'd admittedly been up most of the previous night trying to psych herself up for whatever was to be expected the following day, but she knew that there was really no prepping or knowing what to expect until the moment actually came, so she'd attempted to channel a sense of calm as Rowe had laid her out on the coffee table and secured her with the black nylon. Clearly she hadn't done well enough for it to go unnoticed by him though, so at his command, she blew out a slow breath and licked her dry lips, trying to focus instead on his eyes, and the way his usually rough hands glided across her skin, leaving it supple and warm. If she could focus on the good feelings, the ones that made her feel safe, then it would hopefully offset her nerves about what would be following. A soft hum rose in her throat in response to his touch.

Rowe: Took his time massaging the oil down her body with effleurage and petrissage movements he’d leant by studying the art extensively. Her arms and shoulders to her bare chest then down the flat plain of her stomach, over the round curve of her hips and lastly down her gloriously long legs. He hovered over her bare chested with only a pair of black jeans hugging at his hips, The Dom glanced to her eyes once he got to her feet, he kneaded and it would relax her immensely before they ventured into this foray. Rowe’s hands finally glided up her body slowly, as he leaned down and claimed her lips in a steamy kiss.

Marley 's eyes became a little more heavy-lidded the longer his hands remained on her. There was no doubting the incredible talent of his handiwork, both in the way he tied knots and how lithe his fingers were. And as it turned out, he was also very good at massage. Every part of her seemed to soften and melt under his touch, until she was breathing evenly and deeply again. Her eyes followed his as he leaned back down, her chin tilting up to meet his lips. She breathed in deep with the kiss, and exhaled against his lips with a soft sigh, opening her eyes to meet his again. "You are very, very good with your hands," she said quietly, wanting to hold onto the relaxed state she was in as much as possible.

Rowe: Held her gaze with an earnest intensity before he spoke, “Would yah expect anything less of me?” The Dom pressed a single kiss on the corner of her lip, then ghosted his full lower lip across hers, sliding it against hers in a light tease before he placed a single kiss on the opposite corner of her lip. Rowe then ventured to her neck, kissing and cupping her graceful lines before he leaned up and reached for a long black feather. Stooped over her, he promptly dipped the feather’s tip in a puddle of heated wax that resided in a wider white candle. The Dom met her gaze, reassurance in his hazel eyes as he proceeded slowly, safely –this wasn’t being done as a punishment. His long, elegant fingers rolled the feather in the air a few times allowing the wax to cool momentarily before painting it across her hip bone in a slow artistic manner. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it young lady?” He questioned before dipping the feather in the wax for a second time.

Marley kept inhaling and exhaling evenly, her eyes closing with the carefully laid kisses to each corner of her lips and her neck. They opened again in time to catch sight of a dark feather twirling between his fingers. She could make out the faint glaze of wax on the delicate fringes, then met his gaze again when it disappeared from sight. She later felt the feather run over her hip bone with an almost sultry warmth as it left behind a trail of wax. There was no sting or burn, only the momentary shock of warmth that spread once it touched her skin. "Mm... no, not bad at all," she answered, watching as he dipped the feather again. "It just feels warm."

Rowe: Smiled knowingly, “There’s more fun to be had.” He whispered darkly, sliding the ebony feather over the opposite side. The Dom then moved to the top of her willowy thighs, tracing long leisurely lines of wax as if he were painting on canvas. His inner Picasso coming out as he rounded the swell of her breasts, and lastly over her nipples. That was a good introduction to wax play, now it was time to get down to business. Rowe carefully reached for a tea light and a cube of ice; He held the flickering candle over her stomach as his hazel eyes drifted to hers. He held her gaze and tipped the candle slightly, allowing a few droplets to meet her skin before trailing an ice cube over the dots.

Marley took in several more steady breaths as he traced along her body with light, warm lines of melted wax. He was almost like a painter in a way, and every stroke of the dipped feather gave her a pleasant warmth that spread outward. It came to an end relatively quickly though and the next thing she knew, he was pulling back, presumably to gather more supplies. When he returned, she caught sight of a flickering flame from a tea light in one of his hands before both disappeared again, leaving her with only his gaze to focus on. A beat passed, and she felt a few bursts of isolated stinging sensations that drew a sharp breath from her and caused her body to jerk in surprise. Almost immediately afterward she gasped again as the heat was replaced with a wet chill, making the muscles in her stomach tense as she shivered. Ice? It was a surprising contrast to the warmth she'd felt before, making her body react with a wave of goose bumps.

Rowe: Could not help but chuckle, “Such a clash of opposites eh? Kinda intoxicating right? Reminds meh of you and I…” The Dom tilted the candle again, drawing a straight line of wax up her stomach before he smoothed it over with the cube of ice. Still holding the candle, he reached for another cube of ice albeit a much smaller one, before he crouched down at the foot of the table. His eyes peering at her from in-between her thighs as he slowly licked the cube with his tongue, before popping it in his mouth. A devilish smile, and then he buried his face between her long legs and lapped at her slit with a chilled kiss. He pushed the cube against her clit, and folds moving it around her body with his tongue –weaving his spell before he tipped the candle wax in a weaved trail down her thigh. He let it settle a mere moment, drips forming before his lips chilled the burn. He trailed frosty kisses, soothing where he had just ignited her sensitive skin with wax only to return to her slit and slip his tongue in and out of her, tonguing her with abandonment.

Marley opened her mouth to reply but the same intense heat took another trail over her stomach, making her body strain again with the brief burning sensation. Her hands clenched into fists with the glide of cool ice that followed. "Intoxicating," she agreed in a breathy tone. Her eyes opened in time to see a decidedly sinful look on Rowe's face before he disappeared between her legs. 'Devil,' was the thought on her mind before a surge of cool stroked through her folds and tore a sound from her that sounded like a cross between a shuddered breath and a whimper. A small cry followed as the same coolness became a piercing, icy touch pressed to her clit. Her body strained against her bindings once again as he assaulted her with varying methods of teasing - hot wax, chilled ice, and an equally cool tongue slipping past her walls to add another dimension of pleasure to the contrast in temperatures. Between the burning and chilling sensations, her body was taking on a bit of a flushed hue. Though his tongue may have had something to do with that as well. "Master Rowe," she groaned, her toes curling as she tried (unsuccessfully) to shift her hips closer to his tongue.

Rowe: Slipped into his sensory mode, focusing entirely upon her. He heard her whimpers, shudders and chocked breaths. The Dom felt her legs strain, her muscles flexing as he tormented her with a potent mixture of erotic sensory overload. His eyes drank in the sight of her hips gyrating towards his lips, the flush that appeared out of nowhere as his tongue swirled the ice cube around the ball of nerves that would make her scream. He then swiftly sucked at her clit warming it with his mouth, slurping loudly and groaning into her legs when she called his name. Rowe tilted the candle over spilling the remaining wax down her opposite thigh, and instead of icing her down immediately. He tossed the burnt out candle over his shoulder then fanned his large hand across her skin, diffusing the heat by spreading the wax out before her gripped her thigh yanking her against his hungry mouth and giving the order. “I am going to devour you, cum now.”

Marley cried out as he body jerked again, the sudden onslaught of heated wax pouring over her thigh jolting her senses awake once again. She was becoming almost impatient now, the battle between hot and cold, pain and pleasure, sending her on a quick ascent toward the edge of her desire. She strained against her bindings and cried out again when his mouth assaulted her now throbbing core. "Master Rowe!" she panted as her back arched as far off the table as her restraints would allow, the breath expelling from her lungs when the heat gathering in the pit of her stomach finally released, flowing straight through her. Her eyes fell shut with a groan and she sank back onto the table, gasping for breath.

Rowe: Heard her pleasurable pleas, and he felt her strain again trying to clamp her thighs around his head. He did not forsake her; he rushed forth tonguing, licking and sucking with bravado. Upon hearing his name called once more, his lust filled gaze darted up to see an exquisite sight as she tumbled over the edge right into a shimmering pool of liquid sensation and melting under the press of his masterful tongue. The way she arched a top the table, pulling at every restraint, her ragged breath just before she let go and her eyes closing slowly. Thick, sooty lashes fluttering as she sunk into the warm embrace of a mind numbing orgasm. He paused for a moment, letting her catch her breath as he rested his hands atop her thighs, “Good girl m’rose…” He whispered to her sliding his hand over his face and adding. “But…I’m not done…”

Marley 'But... I'm not done...' Those words had a ripple effect on her, sending another wave of warmth washing over her as she continued to float on her high from the sensory overload of before. "Not done, Sir?" she asked through her daze, still trying to catch her breath. She couldn't imagine what more he must've had in mind if he'd already expended what felt like a few candles worth of wax and a handful of ice cubes on her. Unless he planned to take her right there, but if that were the case then even in her blissed-out state, she would've been able to tell if he was preparing to do so. That didn't seem to be the case this time though. So she merely waited (im)patiently, biding her time as her climax continued to rock her body and as she tried to steady her breathing.

Rowe: Produced a dagger slowly, tying to be aware of initial alarm that it could cause in a submissive. The long blade glimmered in the dancing candle light as he tapped her knee three times with the tip. He paid attention to her eyes, her breaths and withering squirms. Slowly he dragged the blade up her thigh, flicking off the dried pieces of ivory wax and sending them fluttering to the floor. Once all of the wax had been removed he bite into the soft pillow of his lower lip as he slid the chilly blade down her leg, stopping at her ankles and slipping between skin and rope. Tethers of nylon frayed and split as he cut her leg free. The Dom expertly moved to the opposite leg only to perform the same movement with accuracy. He then stood up and leaned over her, sliding the blade over all the wax play he’d successfully completed upon her flat stomach. He could not help by marvel at her muscles tensing and melting under the blades trail as he slid between her breasts, and over the fleshy swell only to trace a wicked circle around her nipple. “Stay with me, Marley.” He whispered and moved the blade along the underside of her arm, to her wrists slicing the twine away there too. Rowe repeated the same movement along the other arm as he stood at her head looking down at her with an indescribably warmth in his hazel eyes. He set the dagger along her throat, tracing a slow line in her soft skin while he held her gaze. A wry smiled pulled at his lips as he removed the blade and dropped to one knee only to place a single kiss upon her lips, upside-down. His chin pressed slightly against her nose in the moment of complete tenderness. “Come now…we still have things to do. Make haste.” He rasped after his lips left hers. The tall Dom helped her off the wooden table and then scooped her up in his arms cradling her against his broad chest as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Letting her feet hit the cool tile of the floor, he then set about lighting a nearby candle with a long matchstick instead of flipping on a light switch and flooding the room with incandescent light and ruining the mood.

Marley was coming down from her high, her heart beat slowing and her breaths evening out, but the touch of cool metal to her skin momentarily distracted her. As now darkened blue eyes fell upon the blade in question, her heart rate started to pick up again. A knife? What would he need with a knife? She almost jumped when she felt the serrated edges ghost over her thigh and flick, not nicking her nor cutting her in any way, but it took her several of those little flicks before she finally realized that he was using it to remove the wax from her skin. She would've relaxed, but her body was still highly sensitive from all the play from before, so every time the blade dragged across her skin, she felt a toxic mixture of please and nervousness. Soon enough though, her bindings were all cut away and Rowe's sweet kiss had melted away whatever nerves were left. 'Make haste,' he'd said, so with his help she got up to her feet, only to be carried to the bathroom before being deposited onto them again. "Are we taking a bath, Rowe?" she asked curiously, still trembling a little bit from before.

Rowe: Lite a few candles before leaning over and giving the tubs nob a spin or two, sending warm water gushing into the basin. He poured some soup in and nodded, “MmmHmm have t’ get cha cleaned up a bit...” Rowe gave her a wink before he finished lighting all the candles along the rim of the big tub. The tall Dom returned to her side guiding her by the hips to the tubs edge before he stopped and helped her in. He then removed the rest of his clothing and followed her in, settling himself behind her as he kissed the back of her neck and began scooping water into his hands and over her skin.

Marley gave him an appreciative smile as he helped her into the tub - she was still feeling a little unsteady - and a deep 'mmmm' rumbled in her chest as she sank into the steaming water. She was quick to settle back against him once he'd climbed in to join her. If this was one of the ways he liked to help submissives come down from whatever intense fun they had, then... well, she could certainly get used to it. "Do you like wax play?" she asked curiously, turning her head just enough to look back at him. "I mean like receiving it?"

Rowe: Caressed her chin with a long finger softly gazing back at her before answering her question. “Yes, I do.” He reached for a shorted, white candle and held it up to her as he bite his lower lip. The Dom’s eyes were darkening with desire as he watched her experiment with a new found kink, he checked himself for the moment because all he really wanted do was ravish her in the middle of the tub. “Pour some sugar on meh…”

Marley watched him curiously up until he handed over the small melting candle to her, her eyes widening a bit. Whether it was in alarm or curiosity was yet to be determined."Really?" she asked, her eyes leaving his gaze to trail over his skin, or what was not already covered in suds. She bit her lips nervously, but carefully shifted so she could rest on her knees between his legs. She ran her free hand tentatively over his exposed chest, dampening the skin a bit before a trembling hand moved the candle close enough to drizzle a little bit of the melted wax where her hand had glided over moments before. Her eyes flickered to his face curiously, wondering what his reaction would be.

Rowe: Felt the warm soothing caress of water and soft hand, and then the sharp sizzle of warm wax dripping down his chest. His lips parted as a part pain, part pleasurable groan escaped himin a ragged gasp. His hazel eyes danced to hers, candle light making them even more mesmerizing as he whisper her name in a lustful pant of want. Rowe’s darkened features reflected sinful lust, he wanted her so damn bad right now, this curious submissive discovering her kinks with him time and time again. “More…”

Marley 's cheeks took on their trademark rosy hue again at the myriad of sounds that accompanied just a drizzling of heated wax. It also probably had to do with the way he said her name right then, a whisper that made her stomach flip in a pleasant way. Licking her lips, she tilted the candle over again to drizzle another line and a few stray drops across his collar bone, leaning in close enough to blow a stream of cool air over the wax.

Rowe: Felt the way she tormented him so, it was delicious and he searched for control as he turned his head and panted. His mind went fuzzy and warm and a pull in his groin made his hips twitch with apprehension as his collarbone was painted with the wax. Rowe melted before her eyes, his eyelids getting heavy, as his mouth opened, sucking in long deep breaths while noted her innocent blush. “M…Marley.” He mumbled, his fingers gripping her hips attempting to bring her even just the slightest bit closer to him for a kiss. His lips met hers in a bold kiss, his passion crystal clear for her before he broke the kiss to voice another command. “Again…”

Marley breathed in sharply as he kissed her, the act simultaneously pushing the air back out of her lungs as both her hand and her thoughts faltered a moment. Funny how a kiss could bring everything to a grinding halt in a very, very good way. It had left her with such a heady feeling that she didn't even hesitate to deposit drop after drop along his shoulder, reaching up her sudsy hand to smudge the warm wax unevenly against his skin. She did the same with his other shoulder, letting a few drops trickle down his arm in thin rivulets.

Rowe: Felt as if he was on fire, his skin burned from the wax or was it the carnal need to sink into the beauty that tormented him so? His mind was a torrential sea of emotions, and he was so turned on, getting hard from every droplet that fell on his lightly tanned skin. When she ran her fingers across his body spreading the wax, he snapped. Pressing his lips to hers as he cupped her face in his large hands, a loud groan escaped him as he parted her lips slipping his tongue deep into her mouth. Rowe wanted her, he had to have her. Now.

Marley What remained of the candle fell from her hand into the tub, knocked out of her grasp between the wave of sudsy water Rowe's advance on her caused and the immediate reaction she had to his fierce kiss. She felt that kiss from her scalp down to the tips of her toes. A groan of her own became muffled as their tongues meld together, the taste of him more intoxicating than she remembered it to be. Her desire from before was making a comeback seemingly for another round, and really, who could blame her? Everything about this bathtub set up screamed sensual and alluring and... well, add to that Rowe's dark gaze and there really was no secret where this was headed. The water in the tub sloshed around again as she tried to press in closer, having to straddle his lap in order to get close enough to feel the heat of his skin burning into hers, all the while never breaking the contact of their lips.

Rowe: Hands glided from her face to over her shoulders, down her back pulling her into him with force. Not wanting a mere inch of separation between them, ever. His kiss was frantic, as his hands slipped over her legs as she straddled him, he moved them to wrap around his waist until she sat perfectly in his lap. Rowe’s large hand splayed across her back while the other claimed her hip sinking her down on his hard member. He took in a sharp breath of surprise at how it felt to become one with her once more, bodies withering and slipping against each other in the hot, bubbly water with nothing but candlelight to guide them.

Marley broke their kiss only to exhale shakily as he guided her hips to sheath his length down to the hilt. It was an unbearable fullness but the unbearable aspect of it disappeared as their bodies started to move together. Every movement awarded her with the contact of skin on skin, flesh pressed to flesh, a seemingly endless drive of strokes that made her impossibly warm beyond the sustained temperature of the water around them. She whispered his name and reached out to brace herself as they rocked with each other, higher and higher still toward that peak.

Rowe: Hand spread across her stomach gliding over her breast as his hips bucked into hers, sending his length sliding deliciously against her walls, the filling girth slipping in and out of her core with an enviable rhythm. The Dom took stock of his senses, heeding training. The warm water on his skin, Marley sliding against his skin gripping onto him as if she’d fly away. The way her honey sweet lips tasted when they kissed, the warm sugariness that melted under his was exhilarating. The sight of her ivory skin caressed by candlelight, and warm sudsy bubbles. The way her sea blue eyes drew him in and rendered him breathless every time their eyes met. The way her voice whispered his name, his name. That trail of thought sunk down into the depths of Rowe’s mind as a shimmering ball of pleasure started to race up his spine and he gasped desperately for breath.

Marley Every sensation built itself atop the last, until Marley's body was humming from head to toe not much unlike a live wire. Was it just her or did they just seem to fit perfectly together? It had to be the case, it just had to. How else could she explain the undeniable draw toward him, the instant connection they made, the way his touch became her undoing before she ever had a chance to see it coming? Even now, she was trembling and breathing hard as their expertly entwined bodies moved in tandem, and every move itself just felt... perfect. Marley was by no means perfect herself, but this moment with Rowe was every bit of the word. The steaming water, the candle lighting, the feeling of being connected and on the same level with another person - it was all perfect. Her labored breaths soon became littered with hints of a whine, growing more pronounced as the pressure building in her lower abdomen started to waver in its resolve. She held on a little tighter to Rowe, hoping it might somehow help her hold on to what remained of her self-control.

Rowe: Felt Marley bouncing in his lap, his gaze flickered to her pert breasts. That tight, little pink nipple beckoning the caress of his hand after he cupped one and brought it to his mouth. He suckled hard and flicked the nipple with his tongue several time driving her into spasms of pleasure no doubt. His thighs burned as he thrusted his hips up into her tight, embrace. Rowe pulled on every ounce of his strength sitting up in the tub as one hand gripped the swell of her lower back, bracing her as he pumped wildly against her. The darkly, sensual Dom buried his face in her chest and groaned loudly, before a growl of scandalous proportions erupted from his lips as he claimed her neck with his mouth. Biting and sucking ferociously, her soft skin affected him so causing his heart to hammer as his body tensed hard like sheer granite. “M…Marley cum with meh.” He voiced against the perfect submissive’s throat he’d just ravaged, he took a breath and pressed the softest set kisses upon her, coaxing her to shatter with him.

Marley 'a head fell back as Rowe's lips attached themselves to her heaving chest, soft swells seemingly pressing up to meet his touch, leaving her with hardened peaks. "Rowe!" she called out as his strokes came hard and fast, slick between their mixed arousal and soapy water. She bounced with him in her own uneven strokes and held onto the edge of the tub as the water sloshed around them, extinguishing at least half of the candles by the time the heat inside burned her up and she cried out once more with her release. His kisses had done her in once again. She gasped for breath as she came down and the water settled around them again.

Rowe: Seemed to only care about the young lady he was ravishing, everything seemed to be blocked out except for her. He focused on Marley; her bodies withering movements against his own as they collided in a pleasurable downfall. As his lips stole another kiss from her neck, he bite down on her tender flesh panting as his hot breath sizzled against her skin. His body felt like a volcano, pressure building up to an indescribable burn before he erupted sending a hot load of cum into Marley. Rowe’s body convulsed and tensed as he held onto her, sitting in his lap leaned over with his mouth still on her neck. He growled loudly when she came, milking him into sinful obscurity. “M…Marley.” He breathed against her neck holding her now limp body to his own, cradling her in his strong arms as they both caught their breaths.

Marley shuddered with her name all but mouthed against her skin and turned to nuzzle Rowe's temple, the hand not bracing her against the tub wrapped around a handful of dreads with a firm grip. "Rowe..." she breathed out again as her remaining strength left her. There was quite literally nothing left but their warm, buzzing bodies, and the now lukewarm tub of water. But with his strong hold on her, both physical and otherwise, she found herself not minding it one bit. It was only when she finally gave up her grip on the tub's edge and brought her fingertips to skin again that she made another noise - a very soft, breathless chuckle as the pads of her fingers traced over the droplets of wax now cooled and attached to his skin. "I think perhaps it's time for me to wash the wax off of /you/, Sir," she mused quietly and reached for a washcloth as he kept his grip on her. As dangerous and presumptuous of a thought that it was, she couldn't help but think that she could get used to this. She could get used /him/.

Rowe: Nodded slightly looking at her, under the glow of the few candles that had not been extinguished by their torrential waves. “Good girl…” He rasped in a low voice, husky from the strain of pleasure that had gripped him moments ago. Slowly his back leaned against the tub and he relaxed under her attention and doting manners. The fact of the matter was he could get rather used to having Marley around as well. She had been there for him in more ways than he cared to admit right now and he had seriously been thinking about bringing up the topic of laying claim on her. However, that needed to be addressed when they both were not in the gripes of mind numbing passion, of which they seemed to shove each other in so easily. Another time, another place he ordered himself to grasp the concept before he chuckled and snuck a kiss from her. “Yah survived another round with meh!” He teased.

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