Lust, Love, Drama-Repeat

Emotional Take-over?

The silhouettes moved a little, the clicking of heels and light impacts against the glass the only sounds resonating at first. A few seconds later, a slight moan accompanied these sounds and the silhouettes moved away from the glass panel, one carrying the other in the darkness. The movements triggered the lights to turn on again only to reveal Shaurya and Alina, the latter in his arms supported by them wrapped around her waist. 

Racing over to the bedroom clumsily, Shaurya tossed Alina on the bed and got on top of her, his right hand on her neck, fingers pressing onto the sides and choking her. The position he was in made his sleeve roll up a little to reveal the tattoo on his arm, something that caught Alina's attention before she reeled backwards. His lips were underneath her right side jaw, her soft skin in between his teeth. But it was not the biting attempt that made her loose trail of her thoughts rather the left hand that had found it's way up her dress and landed right atop her labia, pressing onto it. 

Her fingernails dug onto his shirt and tried to pull it off of him, but Shaurya was making it difficult for her to focus on the task and she instead ended up moaning a little more. After struggling for a minute or two, she finally pushed him away and looked up at him staring at her like a hungry animal. "Take off that ridiculous shirt first and let me change into something else. I can't ruin this dress." Alina said as if commanding Shaurya. 

Shaurya opened his shirt and tossed it aside just like she asked, his tattoo now in full view. He wasn't ridiculously muscled by any means, and in a way he had a bit of a dad bod. Yet his posture made him look just fine with the way his body was. After taking a few seconds, Alina all the while looking at him, Shaurya decided not to listen to Alina about her changing the dress. He grabbed her by the top of the dress and lifted her up, his hand in between her cleavage under the material of that rather flimsy one piece. He could see Alina realising what he was about to do and before she could react, he tore the dress into half from the top. Shaurya did not smile or look scared, instead stared into her eyes with an expressionless face. 

"Do you have any clue how much that dress-.....?!" Alina's words were stopped by Shaurya's hand, his fingers holding her face tightly. "Does it look like I care? Didn't I say that you run your mouth a little too much?" he said and saw her rising up a little as if to retaliate. Shaurya let go of his hand and before Alina could say what she was about to, Shaurya slapped her hard. 

The sharp pain was new to her and she was about to look back at him, but his hands pushed her back on the bed. "Let me make this clear for you. I do not care about what you think, what she thought, what anyone thinks. I'm no toy that anyone can play with and then dump when they get bored of. I will have whatever I want, however I want it. You just happen to be one course on my table, that's all."

The expression change on Alina's face was even more amusing than what Shaurya expected. She suddenly looked at him like a docile woman and not the feisty femme fatale that she came off of as earlier. "And what will you have first in this course?~" she spoke, still not losing her seductive tone while motioning towards her body. 

Shaurya did not grace her with a reply, instead flipped her over and made her raise her hips. Whatever part of her dress was left unscathed still, he ripped it off and threw the two halves to the side. Alina was just in her panties which Shaurya pulled to the side to reveal her womanhood which was soaking. He moved closer and gently blew air on her folds, getting her excited for what she thought he was about to do. His fingers spreading her open, his breath hitting her skin, the sensation of his lips hovering so close to her honeypot, all of it made her skin tingle with excitement. 

The slight touch of his lips made Alina exclaim "Mmmm... just like-...!"

A loud sound resonated in the room along with a muffled moan of pain and pleasure all of a sudden. 

The fair skin that Alina had was marked with a hand print, across her left buttcheek, her face turned backwards to look at Shaurya's face while her hand covered her own mouth to suppress her moan. 

Her eyes widened as she saw his hand rise again.

"Shauryaaaa........!"


[To be continued....]