Lurking Desire | Rindou Haitani | Ran Haitani

14|lips parted

Without breaking the silence, Ran leaned closer, his gaze shifting to you. His lavender eyes searched yours for any sign of resistance, but all he found was a mirror to his own desire. You didn't pull away when his hand reached out and cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. His touch was gentle, yet firm, a silent declaration of his intentions.

The moment his lips met yours, the room around you faded away, leaving nothing but the heat of his body and the taste of his breath. Your eyes fluttered closed as his other hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer. The kiss grew more urgent, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. You felt yourself melting into him, the barriers you'd built around your heart crumbling like sandcastles under the relentless tide of his passion.

He broke the kiss and whispered against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "May I?" It was a question that held the weight of the world, a question that could either grant him the power to destroy you or save you from the monster he shared a face with. Your pulse raced as you nodded, the word 'yes' trapped in your throat.

Ran's eyes gleamed with a dark, primal hunger as he took in the sight of you, trembling under his touch. He stood, pulling you to your feet with surprising gentleness, his hands never leaving your body as he led you through the shadowy hallways of the mansion. The click of his dress shoes on the marble floor was the only sound in the oppressive silence.

The door to his room creaked open, revealing a space bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The room was a study in monochromatic tones, a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the world outside. The bed was massive, the sheets a pristine white that stood out against the inky blackness of the room.

Ran's hands were everywhere, exploring your body with a desperation that was both thrilling and overwhelming. He pushed the straps of your dress down, his mouth leaving a trail of fire wherever his lips touched. Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples until they stood erect, begging for his attention.

When he finally stepped back to admire his handiwork, you felt a strange sense of vulnerability, exposed in the moonlight. But the hunger in his eyes was anything but malicious. It was raw, primal, a hunger that made you ache in places you didn't know you could.

Ran's hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. The sound of the zipper was like a gunshot in the quiet room, echoing through the emptiness like a promise of what was to come. He stepped closer, his chest heaving with desire as he reached for the hem of your dress.

Moans and groans filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the very walls. His dick was indeed huge, a thought that sent a thrill of fear and excitement through you. Yet, he approached you gently, his touch a reassuring whisper that seemed to say, "I've got you." You bit your lip as he kissed your neck, his hand sliding up your thigh to caress your wetness.

Ran's eyes searched yours, seeking confirmation, his fingers dancing over your skin with a finesse that belied his size and strength. Despite the fear, you found yourself nodding, a silent plea for him to continue. His hands were gentle, yet firm, as he guided you to the bed, the coolness of the sheets a stark contrast to the heat between your legs.

You lay back, the silk fabric caressing your bare skin as he hovered over you, his towering frame casting a shadow that made your heart race. His cock stood proud and thick, a testament to his desire, and for a moment, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. It was so large, so overwhelming, that you weren't sure if you could handle it. But as he positioned himself between your legs, his gaze never leaving yours, he whispered, "I'll go slow."

His touch was tender as he guided himself inside you, inch by agonizing inch. Each moan that slipped from your lips seemed to fuel his hunger, yet he took his time, his eyes filled with a gentle reassurance that soothed your nerves. You felt yourself stretching, accommodating his size, and with each stroke, the pain transformed into a delicious ache that made you arch your back and dig your nails into the bed sheets.

Ran's breath was hot against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear, urging you to relax and give in to the pleasure that was building like a crescendo within you. His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve and dip with a possessiveness that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel your body responding to his touch, your walls tightening around him as you grew wetter, begging for more.

He was true to his word, moving with a patience that belied the passion in his eyes. Each stroke was measured, deliberate, his hips rocking into yours with a gentle rhythm that grew more insistent with each passing moment. His cock filled you completely, stretching you in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating, and as he began to pick up the pace, you felt your body start to come alive in ways you never thought possible.

The room was a whirlwind of sensation, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of you echoing through the darkness. His moans grew louder, more primal, as he lost himself in the feel of you, and the scent of sex filled the air, thick and intoxicating. You could feel your orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure that grew tauter with every thrust.