— E L L A —
The moment his question settled in me, I nodded softly, agreeing to him
'How could I not?' When a man begs for you like that, it just hits a different nerve. I wanted to see how far I could push him... but little did I know it was something I could not name, something I was not prepared for.
Before I could say another word, his hand grabbed my jaw in a firm grip, and his mouth came crashing down on mine. It was a hard, punishing kiss that tasted like everything he had been holding back, like frustration and need and me.
There was no room to talk back anymore. He stopped the kiss for a second, just long enough for his breath to mix with mine, hot and unsteady against my lips. I tried to say something, feeling every fiber in my body was on fire, but He did not let me; he did not let me say a single word. His mouth found mine again.
This time it was hungrier, like he was making up for every moment he had restrained himself. One hand pinned my wrists above my head. The other hand gripped my chin, tilting it just right, perfect enough so that his tongue could explore more deeply, taking everything. His grip from the wrist loosened only so he could lift me against him with one arm it was effortless, like I weighed nothing, and something in my heart was beating so fast I couldn't even feel anything except the fire running in my veins. I felt so small against him, so frail, like something he should have been careful with.
''Syl-" my breathless gasp was all I was able to whisper was his name as he took his time with my lips it was slow, seductive, destruction wrapped in something that felt close to love. "AH-" a wince left my lips as my nails dug into his shoulder deeper as He nipped my bottom lip hard to sting, then I felt his tongue soothe it, soft and deliberate, so painfully attractive...
He bit down on my lip, teasing this time, then dragged his mouth along my jaw down my neck. Each kiss was slow. Each one pressed into my skin that just made me lose all sense and ability to think straight....This man was making my mind a haze with every little action he did...
His teeth found that spot below my ear, the one he always knew, the one that short-circuited every thought in my head, and he stayed there I felt him breathe me in, look up at me with that pair of eyes as if there was a pull to them, like standing at the edge of an ocean trench, knowing you shouldn't dive… but wanting to anyway. As if they know all your secrets that you're trying to hide away, those pair of black orbs looked at me, mapping every little reaction and tension that he was the reason for....Then soft lips replaced teeth in one open kiss right over it, and my whole body shivered despite myself.
"Sylus.." His name came out of me before I could stop it, a sound like a trembling mess mixed with shyness at the edges, I had not meant for it to come out like that. It changed something in him instantly his grip loosened, the tension in his hands shifted he kissed me again. Slower now, deeper, one hand sliding into my hair and cradling the back of my head
All that frustration melted into something.....something lonelier. I could feel it in the way he held me, the quiet ache underneath all that need. I felt it before I saw it, the way his kiss faltered for a breath, something flickering behind his eyes when he pulled back to look at me, dark and stormy and unreadable. He easily carried me towards the bed where we had once lain before talking, but today felt different as I hid away all of my embarrassment in his crook as if I could melt with every touch of his.
He laid me down on the bed with a care that made my breath catch like I was sacred present he wanted to unwrap. His touch stayed for a second longer than needed, fingers brushing against my arm as if memorizing the feel of me. I was something to him.
My heart was racing, loud, too obvious. I could feel the heat creeping up my neck, pooling in my cheeks. I hated how easily he could see through me. His voice was low, deep, round with restraint.
"You know, I never had this urge and need to have anything, but rn having all your attention is making me crave for more, Ella..."
"Then maybe you should stop pretending you don't want more… because I can see it in your eyes, Sylus, and it's driving me just as crazy."
Instead, Sylus leaned in a bit his gaze locking onto mine...slow deliberate, like he had all day. That look alone made my stomach flutter.
"You look hungry... " I said, my voice softer than I meant, almost teasing. It wavered enough to show my true feelings.
He didn't answer away. "Hungry? …yeah." His voice dropped, quieter
"But not for anything that's easy to satisfy." Those dark as midnight eyes were staring right at me. It was like he had a whole feast right where he wanted to be. He leaned in slowly his bare chest touching mine. I could feel his muscles against my stomach every time he breathed.. He was shaking a little bit. Just a little. The shaking that happens when someone is trying hard to control themselves.
That really got to me.
Then he touched me.
His Calloused fingers found my side. Started moving up really slow and on purpose like he had done this before and wanted to remember it again. When his fingers got to the curve under my arm, I could not hide it. Without warning, his hand slipped into my hair and tilted my head back just right…
My neck was totally exposed, open to the air and his eyes. I was completely vulnerable. His breath touched my neck first, warm and slow like he was figuring out where he wanted to be.
Then his lips touched me. As I closed my eyes in an instant, trying to savour every bit of that moment, it was not fast or angry. It was him kissing my neck really slow, like he had all the time, in the world, and wanted to say something.
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— S Y L U S —
Next time she mocks me, I want to see that calm facade break. I want to hold her wrists until she stops fighting and starts feeling. I want to press my mouth into that pale throat, where the vein lies close to the surface, faint, blue, and fragile, and remind her, slowly, exactly whose hands she's in.
I want to leave marks she has to hide in the morning. I want her to choose not to. She should know better by now.
I act before she finishes her thought, both her wrists caught in one hand, pinned above her head, before she notices what's happening. She feels small against me,
"As if a kitten were caught in the lion's cage."
All pale skin and delicate bones, the thin blue trace of veins visible at her inner wrists where my grip holds them. Her pulse races there. I feel it against my fingers.
Interesting.
My other hand moves slowly down from collarbone to hip, taking its time, learning her body as if I have nowhere else to be. My Calloused finger traces and maps every inch of her. This time I kiss her much more desperately and messily.
This kiss is harder. Meaner. There's no sweetness it was just the blunt, undeniable truth of what she means to me and what I want her to understand. When I finally pull back an inch, my lungs are working harder than I'd like to admit. Her lips are swollen. Her chest is heaving.
I keep my voice flat. Calm. "You think I'm hungry?" Something like amusement tugs at the corner of my mouth for the first time I've felt it since this whole fight started. She opens her mouth to respond.
Her face contoured with unsaid words, lingering trail of awake, how her gaze averted mine as if it would hide away her flustered expression, whose pale cheeks glowing under the dim amber light of the room hair spread out like beautiful waves of ocean across the bedsheet, the fitted ribbon dress riding perfectly, giving a glimpse of her pale flat stomach, holy god ....
I drop my head to her throat, that pale, exposed stretch where her pulse beats quickly and visibly just beneath the skin, and press my lips there. Slow. Deliberate. Her skin is warm and thin over the vein running down the side of her neck, and I can feel her heartbeat against my mouth. I think about how easily her skin changes color. Just some pressure. A bit of patience. And she carries the evidence for days, whether she wants to or not.
"I find that unreasonably satisfying. "
"I find her unreasonably satisfying. That's the root of the problem."
I want her breathless before I've barely started. I want her fingers curling against whatever surface I've pinned her wrists to, that small, frustrated tension running through her body when she realizes she's not going anywhere.
"I want her nails to dig through my skin, marking me up, making me bleed for her, leaving the prints that would last longer than these mere hickey marks.." I want to wake up, checking myself in the mirror, a trail of long marks down on whatever she dug through...
I want to feel her pulse against my lips and know she's not as composed as she pretends.
"God, she's going to be the death of me."
That's the only thought running through my mind as I look down at her, cheeks flushed that perfect shade of pink, chest rising and falling as if she has been running, lips parted just slightly. Like she's waiting.... Like she knows what she does to me and has no clue at the same time.
Both possibilities are maddening.
"Fuck," I breathe out, not meaning to say it out loud. It just escapes me, raw and undone, because there's no other word for what I feel right now. "You're so damn beautiful like this."
Like this spread out beneath me, like a goddess she is.
My hands tremble. I notice it when I reach for the hem of her shirt, my knuckles brushing her bare skin. I almost laugh at myself. Sylus Morano. Steady hands in every Situation, every crisis, every nightmare, and one soft exhale from her has me coming apart at the seams.
I push the fabric up slowly and deliberately. If I'm going to unravel, I'm taking her with me. Her pulse beats wildly at her throat, and I am obsessed with it. I want to press my mouth there. I want to feel it against my lips, count every frantic beat, and know I'm the reason for each one.
I've said it a hundred times tonight, and it still doesn't feel like enough. It doesn't capture this feeling, clawing at the inside of my ribs.
'This was an obsession. This was an addiction. This is every bad decision I've ever made wrapped up in something that finally feels worth it.'
"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you,"
I confess against her forehead, my voice rougher than I intend. She stared at me with those parted lips, getting bitten pressed beneath her teeth. "How selfish..." She tilted her head, questioning, filling that little head of hers. I could tell that.
"Don't Bite your Lips, Amor...I should be the one doing it, not you. How selfish..."
"Ya-" Her soft yelp made me chuckle as I leaned in, devouring my meal perfectly. She was a delicacy that should be cherished, taking every bite, diving deeper as her perfume mixed with something of hers made my mind a haze, letting go of my control, my restraint slipped.
My heart pounds as I lean over her, trailing my nose slowly down her neck, breathing her in like oxygen, down her collarbone, trailing down her chest, stopping where the ribbon of her shirt rests. My eyes lock onto hers. I bring my teeth to the ribbon, slow and deliberate, and wrap them carefully around it.
My eyes are glued to the tantalizing curve of her cleavage, my gaze burning with an intensity I can't even try to hide. I swallow hard, my throat bobbing visibly as I struggle to tear my eyes away from the hypnotic sight.
"You're playing with fire," I growl lowly, my voice strained with barely restrained desire. "Looking at me like that... It's going to get you burned."
"I'm trying to be gentle," I confess roughly, my eyes flicking up to meet hers. "But you make it so fucking hard."
I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear.
A gentle tug. I capture one end of the ribbon between my teeth, the fabric soft against my tongue, and pull, watching every reaction cross her face. Each pull reveals more. Each inch undone makes my heart pound harder. I watched the fabric start to unravel inch by inch, and I didn't look away from her face.
Not for a single second.
My breath gets heavier with each moment, and I can feel my gaze drowning in the sight in front of me, with how badly I want this. The way her chest rises and falls with each breath is mesmerizing, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame.
When the ribbon finally comes loose, I close my eyes for a brief second. "Fuck," I mutter.
"What happened? Why are you looking at me like that?" Her soft, breathless whisper was like a push and pull over the edge.. But my eyes are fixed on the curve of her chest. I just couldn't look away. I feel like I am staring at her with an intensity that's really hard to hide. I swallow hard. My throat moves up and down as I try to pull my eyes away back to hers, trying to maintain my restraint and her gaze.
"You are playing with fire, " I say in a deep voice, trying to sound calm, but my voice is shaking with desire. "Looking at me like that is going to get you into trouble."
"You are making it really hard for me." I lean in closer to her. My breath is hot against her ear.
"What-" a soft gulp down her throat as the tension simmered between us...
"Do not say a word, " I tell her, my voice low and quiet. "Just listen to me." My hand comes up to touch her face, and my thumb brushes over her lip. "I want to kiss you, " I say quietly, looking into her eyes with a lot of craving, undeniable intensity.
"I want to taste every inch of you until I'm drunk on your flavor."
My other hand moves down her side, every touch leaving a warm feeling on her skin. "But then that, " I continue, my voice low and husky,
"I want to hear you say my name out loud. I want everyone to know that you belong to me."
My fingers grab the bottom of her shirt. As my hand worked efficiently, traveling and exploring her soft skin against mine, "Tell me, " I ask her, looking into her eyes with a desire.
"Tell me.."
"That you are mine." My lips touch her neck. I leave a warm trail on her skin as I kiss her. My teeth touch her skin. I feel her shiver with each kiss. Her toes curl up. Her breath catches in her throat, and the sounds she makes are really thrilling me, adrenaline coursing just by her little messy moans.
I love the way she moves against me, offering herself to me willingly. My hands push her clothes aside. I touch more of her skin. The sight of her skin and her chest moving up and down is almost too much for me to handle. I leaned in. My lips trailed a fiery path along her neckline and the curve of her chest, teeth grazing pale skin as I marked her possessively. obsessively, each bite sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins, making your toes curl, and your breath hitch in your throat. I reveled in the way she arched into me, offering more of yourself willingly. My hands pushed aside your loose clothing, creating more space for his wandering touch. The sight of her flushed skin and heaving chest was almost too much to bear.
"Fuck," I muttered against her curve of breast, his voice vibrating with need.
"You're so responsive... so perfect."
"I want to savor this moment," I murmur, mostly to myself.
"You have no idea what you do to me." My voice comes out low and husky, stripped raw.
"The things I want to do... the way I want to worship every inch of you..."
I swallow hard, my jaw tight. "But I'm going to take my time." Hands clenched into fists in that soft fabric of her dress, trying to fight the urge to reach out and touch you.
I promised darkly. "I'm going to make you beg for me before the night is through," tracing the curve of her collarbone with a reverent touch.
"And when I finally claim you," I whispered against her ear,
"It'll be because you're just as desperate for me as I am for you."
'' Amor."