Being without your lover was torturous enough, but the constant memories of how his fiery touch felt continuously took over your every thought, leaving you shattered and in ruins.
It didn't matter how many times or ways Baron zemo had touched you it always caused you heart to flutter and stole your breathe away. The effect he had on you was supernatural.
Every touch was like the first time, a seduction that would begin with just the slightest glance or whisper. A simple graze of his flawless hand along your shoulder, a sweeping brush up your back. A soft kiss to the top of your forehead. Or the way he placed his warm arms around your waist to cuddle you. He made you feel like there was no one else left in the world. As if, only he knew what you always longed for. You were designed for him. You were his goddess, and Zemo.. only he knew how to truly worship you.
Just seeing the Baron looming closer would have you on the edge, It would set you ablaze. The anticipation would relentlessly build, the deep yearning to have the weight of him on your body, to feel all of him. To feel the sensual caress of his commanding, yet supple hands tracing your exposed skin. How his angelic fingers would seemingly get lost in an unending labyrinth while stroking through your satin soft hair. How he'd make time stand still by exploring every crevice of your smooth flushed neck. The intense emotions he brought out would always overwhelm you with how irresistible he was, how much power he truly had over you. Everytime he would leave you stricken, and have you seeing visions.
How each of his entrancing fingertips would provocatively dance across your aching core, buring his mark into you, as if to brand you. To claim you as his, and his alone. How his broad shoulders and alluring arms gleamed as he would lift you up and thrust you into his bare chest. The feeling of his deep breathes vibrating against your heart would surround you like an invisible force.
There was a devouring and all consuming need you felt, even from the smallest push of his exquisite lips upon yours. It was purely bewitching and powerful, much like the Baron himself. You felt starved to feel his delicious lips grace your skin. To feel them ravish every inch of your body and have them break you at the seams with crazed pleasure.
With just the slightest tickle of his delicate tongue, you'd be lost in fantasies of howling his name aloud into the night sky.
The way Zemo would make you shiver as he slowly drew his broad porcelain palms along your calves and up your thighs. The blinding sensations in your center from the stubble on his cheeks as it brushed your trembling torso. How your heart would forcefully pound behind your breast as he'd tighten his grip. Your hunger for him would only get stronger when his captivating dark eyes would meet and melt into yours.
Zemo would make you drunk with lust, lost in his dominating grasp as his own wicked and primal passions would take over. When his entire essence would finally envelop you. He felt like a fever, a blistering heat deep inside you. He would take you over completely, sending rhythmic pulses of ecstasy throughout every part of your frame. Crashing shockwaves would engulf your entire being, leaving you gasping for air and madly quivering for him.
Every caress echoed in your mind.
Every kiss was a searing inferno.
Every touch burned deep sensual scars within you.
Every move was purely orgasmic and unmistakable, it was sheer magic..
There was nothing, or no one that would ever come close. No one who could completely unravel you down to the deepest depths of your soul the way that Baron Zemo could. If only you had him now, if even, just for one more night...
