What is wrong with me?
Viola laid on her back, pinned down by a man that she no longer felt utter scorn for. Her hatred melted away, as he looked down at her with those intense green eyes.
All because of a kiss? Am I that weak?
His hands released her wrists and cupped her face, as he leaned down for another consuming kiss. He wasted no time intensifying it. Their teeth clattered on impact. She gasped as she found his tongue plunging deep, lapping against her own.
Leaving her panting for breath, Leon moved his firm lips to her neck, nipping it in between teasing licks. Viola's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She could feel more of her wetness flooding out, coating his throbbing cock. He was a biter and God she loved biters.
Her hands went to the back of his head. He stilled for a moment to see what she was going to do, most likely expecting her to pull him off. All tension was released when he felt her fingers twine and play with his silky hair.
Viola threw her head back as he flicked his tongue over her collarbone.
Yes, I am that weak!
And at this moment she didn't care. She was too preoccupied enjoying the one person in the world who made her feel... good.
He spoke against her skin, so low that it tickled her flesh. "Is my little pet enjoying this?"
So easily she purred, "Yes, Master."
Leon's tongue worked its way back up her neck and to her lips. He traced the lining of her bottom one before pulling it between his teeth. Her eyelids felt heavy. The way he worked every part of her body was intoxicating.
When the rhythm of his hips increased, Viola moved her hands onto his back. Just like he was a biter, Viola was a scratcher. Her nails skimmed along his muscles, sliding easily over the sweat slicked surface from his shoulders to his lower back and up again.
He let out a growl and released her lips. Disappointment washed over her.
He's just like all the others.
Any other guy who she scratched during sex would always end up complaining. They'd tell her that she was doing it too hard or that her nails were too long, always making her feel self-conscious about something that she loved to do.
She expected him to scold her, to command his "pet" to never do that again. His mouth went to her ear. In a low guttural sound, he rasped, "Do that again, love."
For real?
She repeated her actions, this time running her nails along his ribcage on the way back up. He quaked on top of her, letting out a vigorous buck that sent her crown knocking against the headboard. Viola repeated this, digging harder into his back, not satisfied unless she left marks.
He kissed the side of her cheek through his praises. "My pet is being such a good girl. She must really want to be with her Master upstairs."
I do.
At first she only agreed to his little game for the sole purpose of finding a way to escape. She didn't care if she had to break down a Goddamn window, it was going to be done.
But now as this virile man rutted on top of her, alternating between sweet kisses and wicked bites, she wasn't so sure she wanted to go.
She swallowed hard, so loud that she was sure that Leon could hear it. Of course she wanted to leave, there was no way she could stay here forever. In the midst of her thoughts, Leon reached up and grabbed her breasts. Caught off guard, she softened to his touch, moaning euphorically to the ceiling. His fingers pinched one of her brown nipples, making her arch her back and use her nails to pull him closer to her.
I'll leave when I'm done enjoying with.
Who said that she couldn't fuck the brains out of this gorgeous man and plot a way to escape at the same time?
After all, I am multitasking kind of bitch.
Decided, she placed her hands on his face to pull his gaze to meet her own. "I thought I was supposed to be the one working to please you?"
He quirked a brow. "I suppose you are. That was the deal correct?"
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She nodded enthusiastically. Biting her bottom lip, she asked, "Can I be on top of you?"
Why the hell not?
All the better for him, less work.
Never exiting her, Leon rose to his knees and positioned her legs around his waist. Pushing his back against the headboard, he gripped her plump ass in one hand and her lower back with the other.
Leon looked at her face and saw a bit of unease.
Nervousness? Did she change her mind?
He feared that her desires were too good to be true. "Something wrong, love?"
She weakly shook her head, curling her lips. "No, nothing. Nothing at all."
He wasn't completely convinced, but decided to let it go when she began to move. Placing her soft hands onto his shoulders, she pushed down, taking in as much of his length as she could. Every inch she slid down on left her whispering, "Uh, feels so good." Once filled she moved her hips in circular motions, grinding her clitoris against his rigid abs.
Leon wanted to throw his head back, but showed restraint. He didn't want to miss a single second of her seductive movements. Anxious to get more from her, he spoke, "You know, all you're doing is teasing me and you don't have much time left."
Like I'm keeping track anymore.
Still, he didn't want this to take too much longer. Knowing her pattern by now, he feared that her mood would shift.
Again he saw a flash of uneasiness across her face, but she quickly pushed it down. Running one hand through the hair at the back of his head, she purred, "Well then, I guess I shouldn't waste a single second."
Her grip tightened, nails digging into his shoulder and head. Leon hissed in a breath, loving her scratches and tugs.
She grabs me like she wants me.
Her speed increased. Each time she fell back down made their thighs smack.
Oh God, she fucks like she wants me.
Like a lure, Viola would lick and bite her bottom lip, moving out of Leon's reach whenever he tried to take it.
Teasing, lusty girl.
His chest was heaving, almost in rhythm her own frantic panting.
With her last thrust on his cock, Viola's eyelids slid shut. Leon took advantage of the moment and seized her mouth. He growled against her, in between breaths praising her as his "good girl." Their fiery kiss, slowly began to diminish into a weak effort from her. When they broke away, he swore he felt her lips tremble.
Viola's body seemed to shake, but she continued working on his shaft, now at a slower rate. It almost seemed to pain her to keep the pace that she was at before. Her grip on him loosened, nails no longer digging into skin. Leon missed the feeling.
With her mouth parted, she swayed her head from side to side. This was an action that he wasn't used to seeing her do.
Or any woman for that matter.
She seemed confused.
