Spellbound

Chapter 11 - Amore

amore: love

TW: SMUT

You'd been driving Stephen crazy the entire day. The way you had called him doctor had riled him up, but he pushed through it.

At least, he thought he did.

Sparring had let him get it out of his system, however, a tiny ember still remained in the back of his mind, ready to be kindled into a full-blown fire.

You struck the match when you had the kama around his neck, biting the lobe of his ear. God, you were so cocky, and it turned him on.

You tried to walk away from him, but he would have none of it. His mind was being run off by pure desire, the idea of consequences not even crossing his mind.

When he had you tied up, your eyes fluttering up at him, it took everything to not just strip you down.

He wanted to take you right there.

But he wanted you to be comfortable.

He would do anything you wanted, just as long as he got you as a reward.

Now he was pushing you into his bathroom, stalking after you as he closed the portal.

He was going to ruin you.

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The top of your legs collided with the cold marble, Stephen biting lightly over the pulse point on your neck. Your hands stayed locked on the edge of the counter, letting Stephen cover your neck and shoulder with bite marks.

He would try to deny it, but Stephen was extremely possessive.

Returning back to your lips, you pulled up at Stephen's shirt, getting it off with ease when Stephen lifted his arms up. Running a light touch over his chest, he shuddered as you cherished his chiseled form. You ran your hand down the trail of hair that led to his cock, lightly touching it over the material of his sweatpants.

His hips subtly snapped forward at the feeling, wanting more of you. You moved your hands as he sought you out for more pleasure, making him groan.

"Don't be a fucking tease. You've been acting like one this entire fucking day, and I can't take it anymore." He took a step back, and you thought you'd angered him, and you almost started to apologize, but he turned on the shower, letting you know of his intentions.

Yeah, you were in trouble.

You sat staring as Stephen undressed, his eyes never leaving yours. He always stares deep into your soul, making you feel completely naked even if you're dressed. His contact broke when he turned to enter the shower, the matte glass blurring his silhouette slightly.

Now he was waiting for you.

Stepping down from the counter, you felt yourself getting nervous. You knew it was just Stephen, and he would never do anything to hurt you, but something about this felt weirdly domestic.

It was new. And it scared you.

Bottling up the anxieties you had, you began to undress, your sports bra joining Stephen's clothes on the floor. Removing the rest of your clothes, you opened the glass door to join him.

The hot water felt wonderful on your tense muscles, and for a moment you forgot about Stephen standing in front of you.

But only for a moment.

Bringing you closer to him, he connected your lips under the spray of the water, droplets cascading down both your bodies. His hands were on either side of your face, fingers weaving into your now wet hair.