Tainted

Kef

Kef| drowsy contentment
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Ariadne

I found myself stirring from sleep, gradually becoming aware of the warm, solid presence pressed against my back. A strong arm was wrapped securely around my waist, holding me close. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes and took in my surroundings, I realized with a start that it was Romeo lying next to me.

His body radiated heat, a comforting warmth that seeped into my skin, making it impossible to ignore his presence. The steady rhythm of his breathing and the feel of his chest rising and falling against me sent an involuntary shiver down my spine. Despite my initial surprise, my body seemed to instinctively relax and melt into his embrace. His arm tightened slightly around me, and I could feel the strength in his hold, protective yet possessive.

Last night's memories come flooding back, vivid and intense, filling my mind with a whirlwind of emotions. I remember the way Romeo's eyes bore into mine, the intensity of his gaze that left me feeling exposed and vulnerable. The feel of his touch, firm and rough, lingers on my skin like a ghostly caress, sending shivers down my spine even now.

As I replay the moments in my mind, a flutter of butterflies erupts in my stomach. I recall the way his voice, low and commanding, sent a thrill through me that I couldn't ignore. The mixture of fear and excitement, the surrender and the defiance—it all comes rushing back, making my heart race.

I can almost feel the heat of his breath against my skin, the way he moved with such confidence and control. Each detail, from the sound of his grunts of satisfaction to the way his tongue danced on my skin, plays out in my mind with startling clarity. The memory of how my body responded to him, against my will, only heightens the sensation of those butterflies, a reminder of the intense connection we shared.

His dominance is unmistakable during sex, exuding a level of control that I never thought possible. There's a knowing confidence in his every action, a mastery over everything he does that leaves no room for doubt.

I'm clueless when it comes to sex, clearly, but last night was raunchy. Raunchy to the point where Romeo's cum was constantly running down my leg from going round after round. We were in position after position, and Romeo made it his duty to cum inside me—which consisted of him cumming in my mouth or pussy.

I was worn out in the end, to the point where I blacked out without much thought of my surroundings. Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave, and my body gave in completely, shutting down and plunging me into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I shift slightly in my lying position, attempting to find a more comfortable spot. The movement is subtle, but it's enough to provoke a response from Romeo. "Unless you want to get fucked again, I suggest you stop grinding your ass on my dick." I hear him growl, a low, rumbling sound that seems to resonate through the room. The growl carries a note of irritation, a warning that makes me freeze instantly.

The sound reverberates in the stillness, and I can feel the tension in the air shift. It's a clear signal of his awareness and displeasure at my movement. I remain completely still, my breath held, trying to avoid any further disturbance. The growl reminds me of his proximity and dominance, underscoring the control he exerts even in his sleep.

"Sorry, I just have to go to the bathroom," I squeak out, my voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a nervous edge. I shift my body slightly, attempting to gently wriggle free from his tight embrace. Despite my efforts, his arm remains firmly wrapped around me, unyielding and secure. It's then that I feel something poking my lower back. He was already rock hard, which explains his irritation.

"Fuck, butterfly." He groans, the sound carrying a hint of irritation mixed with an underlying trace of desire. The groan is deep and resonant, reflecting his annoyance but also a subtle lingering of attraction. His grip remains firm for a moment, but the sound of his frustration seems to prompt a shift.