When the lights snap back to life, he’s staring down at me, already undoing his belt. The LEDs blaze behind him, painting him in fractured shadows, his body outlined in a thin, predatory glow. His gaze spears straight through me.
He looks devastating. A beautifully broken creature carved out of sin, built from every dark thing this world has ever tried to hide.
My clit pulses with a deep, aching throb as I take in the sight of him. Before he can finish, a spark ignites in my mind. While he works on his pants, my fingers crawl behind my back. I pull at the laces of my corset, loosening them quickly. Cool air brushes over my bare chest, and within seconds, my nipples tighten, turning into hard, eager peaks.
His hand finds the side of my face, and I wrap my fingers around his, guiding it down over my body, pushing it to my breasts. His nostrils flare, desire sharpening his eyes into something feral.
My gaze drops to his cock, already hard, veins standing out in thick, pulsing lines. My mouth floods with the urge to take him, to devour him, to sink teeth into skin and leave him trembling.
A wild, consuming hunger twists through me—I want to tear him apart just to rebuild him, piece by piece, with my hands.
Slowly, I lean in. A line of spit drips from my tongue onto his cock, sliding down the length of him. He inhales sharply, his stomach tightening as I tilt my head and smear my spit across him with the flat of my tongue.
“Good girl, get it nice and wet,” he commands, his voice low and guttural, sending a thin line of heat skittering up my spine. I spit again, coating him, feeling the warm, slick slide of it before he fists my hair, yanking me backward. “Now give me your pretty tits and stick my cock between them.”
A weak whimper tears from my throat, heat pooling low in my stomach, wet and molten. The idea in my mind was one thing, but hearing him say it, obeying him, and feeling his demand in real time—it’s a whole other animal.
I do as he says. My trembling hands cup the sides of my breasts, lifting them until his cock is trapped between the soft, warm flesh. I moan as I push my head lower, spitting more to slick him up.
“There you go,” he breathes, airy, taut with want. “Now fuck your tits with it.”
I move, sliding back and forth, wet heat slicking against my skin. The lights cut out again, but I don’t stop. Pleasure radiates from the base of my spine, shooting in little electric arcs up to my head. Each impatient growl and low moan from him drives me faster, and I squeeze harder, until pain and pleasure blur into one exquisite knot.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he groans, jerking my head back again. The lights flare, strobe-like, and I close my eyes as the warm spit lands on my lips. I let my tongue dart out, tasting him, letting the sweetness coat my mouth, heightening everything beyond reason.
Opening my eyes, I glance up, pushing faster, rubbing his length between my breasts. My body grows heavy, electric, my senses swimming. Dizziness coils around the edges of my mind as every nerve pulses with fire. My clit throbs furiously, dampening my clothes with my own effect, every move of his cock sending jolts straight to my brain.
When the lights snap on again, he tugs at my hair. “Stop,” he growls through gritted teeth.
Pain spreads in bright streaks across my scalp as he hauls me upright. Calloused hands tear at my clothes, stripping me down with precision, leaving even the knife strapped to my thigh behind. My body twitches, gasps spilling past my lips, exposed and raw beneath his hungry gaze.
When he’s satisfied, I lift my head, noticing the sheer size difference. My boots had given me a few centimeters, but now, next to his tall frame, I feel almost microscopic.
He takes his time, drinking me in, and impatience coils in my chest. My hands drift to his shirt, undoing buttons with shaky fingers, chasing the flush of adrenaline that spikes through me with every reveal of his skin. He lets out a low, dark chuckle, watching me strip him as the rest of his clothes follow, piece by piece. Finally, when I’m done, I step back, letting my eyes trace every line of him.
I feel like I haven’t explored nearly enough. His chest and arms are taut with corded muscle, thick veins winding beneath his biceps and neck, tiny moles scattered over his skin, and hands so massive they could crush me if he wanted.
Then, just as my gaze lingers, the lights cut out again. I could watch him for hours, day and night, but this room doesn’t allow it. It mocks me, hiding him in flashes and shadows, stoking the fire of want that burns hotter with every second of deprivation.
I move deliberately, my hands sliding over his broad shoulders before tracing down the hard planes of his back. Theheat radiating off him presses into me, and I suck in a sharp breath when the tip of his cock nudges against my skin, sending a spike of delicious fear curling through my veins.
We’ve been to this place countless times, yet tonight carries a different weight. Tonight, he’s going to tear the soul from my body and shape it alongside his own, and the thought both terrifies and ignites me.
His fingers find my chin, tilting my face toward his, and a ghost of a kiss brushes my lips. Soft, almost ethereal, yet it burrows deep inside me. I can feel it in my bones, hear it in the silent promises he lays across my mind.
No matter how badly I want to run, I’m rooted to the spot, caught in a storm of sensation and anticipation.
A squeak escapes me as he pulls back, only for his hand to wrap possessively around my throat, holding me against the wall. The dark swallows us, and I can’t see the curve of his lips, the angle of his hands, or the expressions that pass across his face—but every ghost of movement sparks fireworks, cranking the heat to a fever pitch. I wouldn’t be shocked if I went fucking blind from the intensity.
His other hand slides beneath my knee, lifting me slightly. My back drags across the wall, tugging at my hair, sending streaks of sharp pain along my scalp, fueling the inferno coiling in my lower belly. A thousand tingles bloom across my body, each one lighting a blaze that threatens to consume me entirely.
I take the tiniest control, shifting slightly higher, and wrap my legs around his waist. A husky moan tears from my chest as my wet cunt presses against him, eliciting the same guttural sound from him.
Neon light bathes the room, red streaks flashing across us as I grind, rolling my hips against him, smearing my juices over the heat of his body. Our eyes lock, and I watch as he loses control—his head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing with each groan,lashes casting shadows across his flushed face. I move slower now, savoring the tension, the way every muscle in him clenches and releases with my touch.
His arms wrap around me, bracing me, bruising my skin with the strength in his hold. The roughness only spurs me to move faster, grind harder, rub more insistently against the bulge straining beneath him. His lips magnetize to mine as the lights cut out again, leaving only the heat, the taste, and the press of our bodies. His beard brushes my chin, tickling, sending ripples of sensation down to my toes as he claims my mouth in a deep, relentless kiss.
Then, with a sudden shift, his grip tightens, and he carries us to the floor, setting me down on it. My back presses against the cool surface as he hovers over me. His hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs roughly, and every breath becomes shallow, tight, my chest pressing and straining from the exquisite suffocation of anticipation.
