The words send a shiver through you, both terrifying and exhilarating. You close your eyes, basking in the knowledge that he truly does feel this way about you. It's not just some twisted game; it's real. And the more you think about it, the more you realize that your own feelings for him are just as intense, just as consuming.
His hand moves from your jawline to your breast, cupping it gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers. You arch your back, moaning softly, lost in the sensation. His other hand finds its way to your inner thigh, parting your legs as he urges you wider. The feeling of being so open and exposed to him is both thrilling and vulnerable.
He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want you to feel everything," he whispers, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Everything that I feel for you." His tongue darts out, tracing the outline of your earlobe before dipping inside. You whimper, throwing your head back against the carpet, lost in the sensation.
As he continues to kiss and caress you, you become aware of the sounds filling the room: the rustle of fabric, the soft moans that escape your lips, the harsh breaths that rack your body. It's a cacophony of desire and pain, and it only serves to heighten your awareness of being here with him.
You reach up, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the softness of it contrasting with the roughness of his skin. He growls, pulling away from you just long enough to roll onto his back. You watch as he spreads your legs wide, revealing you to him once again. He studies your body for a moment, taking in the evidence of your arousal, before lowering his head to taste you.
His tongue darts out, circling your most sensitive spot, and you cry out, arching your back into him. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating against your skin as he continues to tease you mercilessly. You can feel the tension building inside you, the need for release growing more insistent with each passing moment. You reach down, gripping his hair, urging him closer, deeper.
His hand leaves your thigh to cup your breast, squeezing roughly as he sucks harder on your clit. You're so close, the pleasure and pain intertwining until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins. He groans, the vibration sending a shiver through you, and you feel his lips part, his teeth scrape against your skin.
You cry out as you come, your body tensing and relaxing in waves of ecstasy. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last tremor, every last drop of pleasure. At last, he pulls away, gazing up at you with hooded eyes as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. You're left gasping for breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of the sensations.
He reaches down, running his fingers along the inside of your thigh, then back up to cup your cheek. His touch is gentle now, almost tender. "You are my everything," he whispers, and you know that he means it. "Without you, there is nothing."
The words send a shiver through you, both terrifying and exhilarating. You close your eyes, basking in the knowledge that he truly does feel this way about you. It's not just some twisted game; it's real. And the more you think about it, the more you realize that your own feelings for him are just as intense, just as consuming.
His other hand finds its way to your breast, squeezing gently as he leans in to kiss you. His lips are soft against yours, tasting of you, and you can feel the heat of his body as he presses closer. You wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to feel every inch of him against you, wanting to be as close to him as humanly possible. He moans into the kiss, a low, primal sound that vibrates through you, and you arch your back, grinding against his hardness.
