"(Y/N)." I said, stomping through the sand. She sat up and took her sunglasses off. "Look who it is." she said, smugly. "Don't...don't even, I've had a rough day. How about you and I find a more private locale?" She snickered. "What for?" she asked, pretending to be innocent. I let my internal rage bleed through my eyes. "Because if I don't take the edge off, I might take someone's head off instead." her face grew serious. "You're not fucking around. I thought you stubbed your toe or something." I shook my head slowly. "Alright, alright, hold on. Let me get my stuff." She picked up her towel and her purse, shaking the sand from them. I decided to take her back to my place. Why not? I was far too stressed to look for some kind of hidden place on or near the beach. She tried to say something to me, but I covered her mouth. "The only thing I wanna hear coming out of your mouth is my name." I said. She shifted a bit. I pulled her long (h/c) hair out of a pony tail and pushed her up against the wall. Her breath hitched as she hit the wall. I bit into her neck hard and tore at her flesh. I ran my hands all over her sun warmed body, pulling her into me, pressing myself against her. I sucked her warm flesh from her neck to her hips.I hit my knees in front of her and she swayed her hips as I bit the black fabric that was so tight on her it seemed painted on. I felt her fingers in my hair. I slipped a finger into her swimsuit. She swayed around even more impatiently until I finally let her have what she was wanting. I felt my rage melt a bit as she handled two fingers, her stance staggered as she slipped away from the wall more and more each time I twisted my fingers in her heat. Before too long, she was on the floor on her knees right along with me. I brought her into a deep kiss. I nipped at her lower lip, bumping it with my tongue now and again. She parted her lips ever so slightly and I took full advantage of it.I snaked my tongue through her mouth as she put her hands on my hips, scratching at me. I squirmed a bit, bending and twisting as she traced over my v-line. Her hand traveled through my sweats until it came to rest on my member. I squirmed a bit, encouraging her to do something with me. She pumped me for a bit, and I growled. She locked eyes with me. "I'm not afraid of you." she hissed, hastily tugging her bikini off. "I wasn't growling at you." I breathed. She laid on her back, inviting me. She didn't have to invite me twice. I climbed on top of her and wasted no time pressing myself into her wetness. The feeling took my breath away, and for a moment I was frozen atop her, feeling her body react to mine. She pulled my shirt over my head, and I snapped back into reality, easily attacking her insides ferociously. She tried to tell me something through her hitched breaths, but it never came out. At that point, I didn't care who came first...or if my body would ache with a vengeance later on or not...I just wanted to hit a climax and kill my overactive brain. She attempted to hang onto me, but her nails just slid off of my sweat coated skin, leaving behind shallow scratches. That burning sensation just added to all that I was feeling, and I thanked her for it by biting at her flesh. I moaned her name right into her ear and she reciprocated. I wrapped her up in my arms and pounded into her relentlessly until she couldn't hang with it anymore. I didn't stop roughly bucking my hips into her until I finished hard deep inside of her. I pulled away pretty quickly and started piecing my mind back together. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Dark?" I sighed. "What's the matter with you?" she wiped strands of hair out of her eyes. I looked at her, suddenly not feeling like sharing my news with her. She adjusted herself, dressing sloppily. She looked at me curiously. "I asked about my name." I finally admitted. "Oh?" she asked. "Turns out, there is something to it." She looked at me, asking me to tell her with her eyes. I hesitated. "Say it." she insisted. "Turns out, I have a mom and a dad." I admitted, tossing my hands up. She seemed happy for me, but I didn't return those feelings. "Aren't you excited?" she asked. "Not really. Look, it's a twisted mess. I haven't even processed it all yet." She dialed back her emotions. "Well...I think it's great." she said. "I don't know what I think." I replied. "Have you met him?" Painful spot. Why the fuck did she have to go there? I guessed it was just her human curiosity. "No. I don't know if I ever will." She looked a bit sad. "Why not?" she asked. "No more questions for now, I'm still trying to figure shit out. I don't really know what to say." She backed off a bit and I felt bad. "You don't have to run away. It's not you I'm pissed at. It's my mom...I swear, I could strangle her. I fucking hate being lied to." (Y/N) tried relaxing me with the standard replies, and I blew them off. "You're making this worse, you know." I said, cutting her off mid-rant. She looked at me apologetically. "I'm trying to help." she said. "I never said you weren't...just forget I said anything. Right now is not a good time." She backed off again, sulking a bit. Thanks for the even temperament, dad. I thought. If it IS your fault, like someone we know says. I sighed. "Alright (y/n), I'm sorry for snapping at you. Don't get all pouty on me." She moved closer eventually and I wrapped an arm around her lightly. She bit my neck. "You seem a bit tense again." she said, almost breathlessly. My breathing changed a bit, and I leaned into her actions. "Fuck..." I moaned. I felt her hands tracing my body, coming to rest just inches away from where I wanted them. I looked at her and she returned my glance. "Come on." I said, pulling her on top of me.
