Romulus' Possession

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Apple stared at her bite mark on his neck and then looked at him. Guilt rose in her mind, and she looked down, ashamed at the childish action. They were in his office, and she sat on his desk in a loose t-shirt while he worked. After much coaxing and... biting he had relented. She even learned of his name, Romulus Reginald Riccardo. That was a tongue twister.

She stepped down from his desk and walked to him, he looked up at her, and she placed a finger on his bite mark and bit her lip in guilt.

"Sorry," she whispered.

His eyes softened, and she placed a hesitant kiss on his cheek. He pulled her on his lap and kissed her on her lips. She pulled back and smiled shyly. His eyes were so focussed on her. She could see the obsession in them, she could feel it. He wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't letting her go.

She didn't know how to feel about it. She just knew that she liked being around Romulus, she loved his brooding company. His hand crept under the t-shirt and closed around her breast. They just stared into each other's eyes. She could feel his bulge through his trousers. She wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly she started to move. He brought his thumb to her lip and grazed it gently. Her wetness seeped through his trousers.

The need in her belly started to coil. She closed her eyes and arched her neck and just moved. She could feel Rome's eyes on him. He was watching her pleasure herself. A moan left her lips as the need increased.

She began moving fast. She was throbbing down there. She felt his thumb slowly circling her nipples creating ripples of pleasure across her body.

"Please... ah," she moaned.

She wanted to come so bad. Her movements were rough now.

"Rome..." she whispered, and she arched all the more as the pleasure hit her body. Tears escaped her eyes and whimpers left her lips.

Then she became aware of what she had done. Her eyes opened, and she looked down at him, his expressions were still impassive, but his eyes were glimmering with hunger. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks, and she buried her face in his neck.

He picked her up and walked out of the room.

What had she done? And why didn't he stop her?

He laid her on the bed, and she turned away from him. She was still embarrassed.

"Apple,"

She didn't turn to him.

"Apple," he said her name much more sharply, "look at me."

She turned to him at the command.

"Sleep," he said and walked out of the room.

She frowned, he was so stoic.

That night he took her body multiple times. She woke up when she felt him entering her. She looked at him, disoriented by the suddenness. Her sleepy eyes looked into his, they were wild and full of need. He thrust into her, and the sound of skins slapping hit the walls. The light of the city illuminated the room, and she stared at him as he satiated his unappeasable hunger.

She came soon, a weak moan escaping her but he took time, thrusting in and out.

"Fuck," he growled and came.

"What the fuck are you doing to me?" he growled in her ear.

The next afternoon he surprised her with a neatly wrapped box. She looked up at him shyly.