Recollections

Smut V

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"Fuck."

"What?"

"You."

I watch him, wide-eyed at his sudden vulgar proclamation. I open my mouth to respond with something, anything; but nothing comes out. His eyes stay trained on mine, glancing down every so often to everything beneath my eyes, before coming back up. His breathing becomes heavy and suddenly everything in my body is fire. Not on fire, is fire.

I struggle to breathe, his lips staying intensely pressed together, his jaw feathering as if everything in him is fighting to not just jump on me like I'm prey.

"You look at me like you don't know what to do," he grumbles. His words are harsh, but the way his eyebrow twitches for just a moment makes me think otherwise.

"I don't."

"Do I need to tell you?"

I swallow hard, hearing the venom drip from his tone. I nod my head, curious, and fearful, to see where he takes this. Not a bad fearful, like abusive or pushy, but in a way to see just how demanding he wants to get with me.

"Mm. Well, darling, I need you. In every way shape and form," he begins, his hand reaching up to gracefully push my front hair behind my ear. I swallow again, watching as the same hand rests on my covered shoulder.

He hums as he continues.

"I need you begging for me," he mutters, reaching his fingers slowly under the neck hem of my shirt, pulling it until it can stay off my shoulder. His fingers touch me so softly it sends shivers up my spine, soaring through the nerves in my arms and heating my fingers so much they run cold.

"I want you to scream my name. Can you do that?" His lips refuse to pull up into any kind of a smile, his lips pressed together firmly, his eyes boring into mine, like red eyes in the dark of night.

My throat goes dry, my eyes glancing down to his hand that has snuck its way down to my arm and reaching for my hand. I nod once, finding nothing else in me to do. Suddenly his eyes go dark, his pupils flaring to twice their size leaving almost no color of his espresso brown eyes left. His other hand pushes against my hip bone, forcing me back against the wall closest to us, the hand that was reaching for my hand pinning it beside my waist.

My lungs practically stop as his breathing goes ragged.

"I asked a question."

I say nothing, realizing I'm really pressing my luck. I nod and look down, his eyes far too intense for my own meek gaze. He makes a low noise, so I just nod again. Why I'm at such a lack of words is beyond me; he renders me speechless.

"You're really testing me today, baby." His grip tightens, his lips leaning down to just beneath my ear, trailing down and lining my jaw, forcing a quiet and suppressed moan to escape my throat. He continues kissing down to my neck and continuing on to my collarbone, earning quiet moans the whole way. My breath staggers, my mouth gaped in heaviness. His whole being presses into me, crushing me between him and this wall.

The hand holding mine to the wall releases and rubs up my thigh, reaching to the point my legs meet. My core shakes in excitement, my heat leaking without control. I whine and roll my hips against his touch. He exhales, his breath playing onto my neck. My hand, now free, reaches to his head. I rub his temple, reaching back to the shell of his ear. He tenses and snaps his playing hand to grasp mine.

"Now you're getting it. Wrong move, love."

Oh fuck.

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