Hot, hot, oh, so hot...
I'm struggling to breathe, to stay in my own mind
To keep from losing myself entirely
But he's keeping me right there
Hot, hard, it's fast and rough
Whispers, gasps, begging and longing
We're all shadows and moonlight
We're all lust and red-hot desire
And I wouldn't change one damn thing
Sticky skin, burning with every touch
My lips are dry from so much panting
My nails down his back, my legs around his hips
Oh, God, so hot...!
He's panting in my ear, and he's so worked up, too-
So proud of myself for that
Teeth against my neck, and I can smell blood
Pain? Oh, I'll eat it up, drink it down
All his attention, his hand up my thigh
And he doesn't give me a moment of rest
Faster, harder, deeper,
"Oh, more! Oh, Sebastian!"
No words from him, but I get growls, moans
And he holds me tighter
Anything for more contact
No matter how it started
No matter how it ends
No matter how it hurts or how we feel
All that matters is that we do
And I can't do one thing but feel
Him
And I'm his, his, his
Have I been breathing?
He's stolen my breath so many times tonight
But did I need it to begin with?
Did I ever need anything more than this?
~Punish me~ my body begs
And I bite him just so he knows I'm a bad girl
Pain
He's slapped me
But he doesn't stop because he knows
He knows all I want is to be bad and feel the consequences
And he chuckles in my ear
Oooo~h...
I can't see anymore
Nothing but the shadows, a blur of movement here,
The red of his eyes-nothing specific
But I feel, and he feels, and what else is there in the world?
Hot, hot, hot-
I'm so on fire
And still he moves, thrusting, possessive, growling
Moments before I lose my mind, and he still won't stop-
I'm screaming, but there aren't words
My throat is ragged, my chest heaves
Then I can't stand it anymore
His name, cries to God
His voice in my ear, and it's even hotter inside
Thrashing in the covers, in the darkness,
Stirring heavy air with panting and moaning
My body can barely move at all anymore.
A kiss. Oh, that kiss. It might be better than everything else.
I might trade the entire rest of the night just for that kiss.
That kiss is affection, whether he knows it or not.
Honestly, it doesn't matter whether he'll admit it.
I can feel it. I can feel that.
It's even more important than all the feeling we've just done.
That kiss.
When it ends, we're back in his room.
We're back in his bed, no longer suspended in our own world...
But I'm still in his arms, so it's perfect.
He still suffers himself to be cuddled and kissed,
So I'm in Heaven.
His eyes meet mine. No words.
But that gaze. The beat of his heart against my hand.
What else is there in the world?