A Siren's Love (On Hold)

⚠ꀤꎇ ꂦꈤ꒒ꌩ ꓄ꃅꀤꌗ ꅏꍏꌗ ꋪꍟꍏ꒒ꀤ꓄ꌩ⚠

He trails his lips down the side of your jawline, to the front of your throat. He nips at your skin, gently sucking just above your collarbone.

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." he complains softly in between kisses on your skin. "𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺..."

His hands drop down to your waist, pulling you towards his body. He's desperate to touch you, to feel you in his hold. Anything to keep himself occupied so he can prolong leaving.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸." he mummbles as he leans forward slightly to kiss down your neck nibbling slightly every now and then. "𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴... 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨."

He buries his face into your neck, breathing in the smell of your favorite purfume.He hums against your skin, his hands wandering up the bare skin of your back before returning to your hips. He gently pulls you down, pressing your crotch against his. His hands remain steady on your hips, keeping you in place.

" 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?" he asks against the shell of your ear. "𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦."

He gently rocks his hips against yours, his hands pressing into your flesh. He can't help himself when it comes to you. Touching, tasting, holding you absolutley ravishing you. He just can't help but be this way with you. Since the day his eyes were first blessed with the sight of you up to now. In those several years what seemed to be a small crush progressed into something bordering an unhealthy obsession. To him you were a drug and he was an addict. An insatiable craving that would only be satisfied when you belonged to him and him alone. He was never a person to share his belongings after all. Why would you be any different?

He rolls his hips against yours once more, a satisfied moan rumbling through his chest.

"𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦." he mutters, his voice deep, quiet, and possessive. "𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭... 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦..." his hands slowly start to wander down, squeezing your ass as he continues to roll his hips against yours. "𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘮..."

He groans against your neck, taking in the scent and feel of your body. He's completely intoxicated with you, his mind becoming increasingly clouded with thoughts of you. Nothing but you.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?" he asks, his voice husky. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶..."

 "𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦." he adds with a chuckle, moving one of his hands up to your chest kneeding one of your brests. "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺... 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯... 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦." he explains in a hiss, groaning as he gently bucks his hips up against yours.