Honey and Scars

Come hither

INTENSE SMUT ⚠️

His eyes darkened, and his smirk turned into a face full of anger and lust.

He looked at me, and I couldn't help but smirk as my back was pressed up against the wall on my own volition. He no longer had hold of me, even though we both knew that wouldn't last long.

He was so fucking attractive.

The dimly lit room enhanced all of his features, which only helped make him look even more frightening. The kind man I had once known was nowhere to be seen tonight, and I fucking love it.

"Come hither." I demanded lowly, my words coming across barely as a whisper.

"Make me pray. Make me pray for you." I begged out, and as much as I didn't want to sound weak and desperate, there was no denying that I was.

My chest heaved up and down and my heart nearly beat out of my chest.

He took two steps and quickly pinned my hips to the wall with his hands. His lips crashed against mine, and he devoured me with the power of all the gods.

"Mm." I moaned into his mouth as I opened my lips to make room for his tongue.

He quickly found his way around my mouth, and his grip on my hips tightened.

I quickly took hold of his hair in my hands and pulled hard. I wanted to get a reaction out of him. It turned me on so much.

I felt his dick harden against my stomach and the feeling was enough to make me come.

"Fuck Matteo." I breathed out as I involuntarily rolled my hips against him.

He pushed my hips further into the wall and bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste the blood. I screamed, but didn't pull away.

God, I needed more.

One of his hands greedily found its way up the short nightgown and pulled it up my body. I took both my hands and helped him pull it off.

I wasn't worried about my imperfections or scars tonight. All self control I had was gone.

There was nothing human about the interaction we were having. It was animalistic, filthy and so driven with lust.

His lips pulled away from mine as a trail of spit separated us.

"Fuck Hannah." He said as he looked down at me, biting his bottom lip.

Ecstasy and complete yearning filled the room. The sexual tension between us was so intense you could almost smell it.

It was fucking erotic.

The way my name rolled off his tongue only increased the dampness down between my thighs .

He pulled the dress fully off my body as I lifted up my arms for him.

He threw it across the room and then stepped back to take a good look at me.

"God... look at you Hannah. And in those panties too. Did you do that for me?" He asked, an almost evil smirk on his face.

"Maybe." I said, looking at him up and down.

"Get on the fucking bed." He demanded and I did just as he said.

He turned to watch me as I walked over to the bed, and crawled up on it. I sat on my knees, and put my hands on either side of my body.

I watched as he removed his jacket, then his shirt.

I sucked the blood forming on my bottom lip off  as I watched him undress.