sinners & saints | the weeknd & drake

6

Rosalina

"Mmm, well don't you look like a little devil," Abel says as he walks into the room, eyeing me down like a piece of meat. He walks over to me and places his hands on my waist before leaning forwards to peck my lips.

I grin at him. "You clean up pretty well yourself," I comment, raising my eyebrows.

Abel's wearing an all black suit and a couple of shirt buttons at the top are open, revealing his skin and chest hair.

I turn back towards the mirror and open a tube of red lipstick before putting it on.

Abel watches me in the mirror, biting down at his lip. "This reminds me of our wedding," he murmurs, squeezing at my hips. His hands move up to my back and they brush over my bare skin.

"It does, doesn't it?" I laugh, closing my eyes as Abel starts to kiss at my back.

His head snaps up and his eyes connect with mine in the mirror. "Quickie?" he asks and I shake my head. "Why not?" He pouts.

"You're trying to distract me," I say, turning around and snaking my arms around his neck.

Abel grins. "Never," he says.

"Mmm, sure," I say sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.

"Is that sarcasm?" Abel asks, narrowing his eyes. He squeezes at my ass, causing a moan to escape my lips.

"Sto-op!" I whine, slapping his hands away.

I start walking away, but Abel grabs me and pushes me against the mirror roughly, attacking me with kisses.

Abel hitches up my dress with one hand while the other disappears under my dress and between my thighs. "It's a good thing you're not wearing underwear," he chuckles against my lips.

"I don't want you to fuck me," I say breathlessly as he starts to kiss all over my neck and collarbone.

Abel pulls away, licking his lips. "Then, what do you want, baby?" he wants to know. "Tell daddy what you want." He bites down at my neck.

"Choke me," I whisper.

Abel moves away from my neck and looks at me with a wicked smile. He wraps one hand around my throat - while the other squeezes at my breast through my dress - and he starts choking me gently.

A wave of pleasure takes over from the feeling of his hand clasped around my throat and the other squeezing at each of my breasts.

I moan, but the moans don't come out properly since I'm being choked.

Abel's grip becomes tighter and he turns me around roughly, making me look at our reflection.

Fuck

The sight of him choking me is making me get even more turned on.

I close my eyes, knowing that I'll end up giving in and we won't be playing our little game tonight.

My eyes snap open again when I feel Abel bite down at my shoulder. He chuckles against my ear. "I thought that'd wake you up," he says. "What's wrong, baby? Are you getting turned on? You want to fuck now?" His grip becomes tighter.