pureblood.

f o r t y - o n e

He leans in and kisses me, uncontrollably, passionately, hard. The mint taste is even stronger in his mouth than it was earlier, the smell of his cologne mixed with fresh citrus scent of soap. He pushes me into him, his arms wrapped around my waist as our tongues meet.

He pulls back for a moment, looking at me. My lips swollen, my cheeks flushed, my heart beating out of my chest. His breath becomes heavy like his holding himself back, stopping himself.

I run my hands through his soft white hair and examine his face. His eyes are hungry and his mouth is slightly open as he breaths. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." He sighs as he looks back up at me from the floor.

"Don't be sorry." I say looking up at his beautiful face.

He lets go of me and walks away letting my arms fall to my side. "No. You wanted to take things slow and I'm rushing you." He replies as he rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

Can we take things slow? I ask myself. The intensity of our relationship is so strong that it may be impossible to do so. Everything about him excites me, he makes me feel alive. Do I want to fall slowly into the water or jump head first?

Fuck it.

I run into his arms and press my lips against his again. The spark between us is too strong to let it die. The only thought I have is how much I want him to touch me again.

Our lips collide like two magnets. The force of our passion pushes us together, making us explode into each other.

His kiss becomes more intense as he grabs hold of my legs and lifts me into his arms. My legs off the floor, like floating, he moves his kiss from my lips to my neck. The soft pressure of his lips pressing into my fragile skin makes my head roll back as I let out a soft moan. The gentle kissing doesn't last long as before I know it, his lips are sucking and licking me. The feeling of pain has never felt so good.

The lights moans become heavy as his tongue makes it was further down my next. I release my hands from around his neck and lift my white shirt from over my head, revealing my chest. The lace of my white bra covering my hard nipples. The lace makes my skin look slightly sun-kissed in contrast of the pure bright white.

His mouth moves slowly onto my chest licking and also blowing on my skin teasing my skin with hot and cold. The goosebumps makes the hairs on my arms stand on end as I throw the shirt onto the floor.

He spins us around without stopping his kiss and lays me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and moves across my chest and down to my stomach to where my skirt sits around my waist. He suddenly stops and looks up at me, my head rolled back into the mattress and my chin to the ceiling.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks breathlessly.

I lean up so I can see his face, the blaze of the fire creates a shadow on the left side of his face. His eyes look yellow in the light.

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." I say before leaning in to kiss him again. He pulls himself on top of me again and our spark ignites.

He rests one hand above me grasping the duvet in a fist and his other is stroking my cheek and neck and we pause for breath. His icy fingers makes my skin tense underneath them, his warm tongue brushing against mine.

I reach my hands to his tie and pull him closer to me; as I do I feel him smile under my kiss. The thought of his wicked smile turns me on, like flicking a light switch.

I wrap my legs around his body and I can feel him digging into my inner thigh. I want him inside of me again. I can feel the wetness growing between my legs again as he grins on top of me. With each thrust it makes me slightly moan. The thought of him inside of me again sends me wild.

He takes his lips off of me and loosens his tie, taking it off and holding it in his hands. "You want this?" He asks me holding the tie in front of me.

I nod in response, wide eyes in a love stricken haze. I lick my lips slightly unconsciously not realising how he would react to this tiny action.

"Fuck..." He half says half moans through clenched teeth. "Stand up and turn around." He commands me.

I pull myself from the bed and turn around facing the large windows. The room is just dark enough that nobody can see through the windows, I hope. I feel his presence behind me getting closer. I can feel his warm breath on my wanting skin.

"Give me your wrists." He instructs me. His voice is now husky and powerful like it was the last time he told me what to do.

I hold out my wrists behind my back and I can feel him pushing them together. I then feel the softness of the silk tie binding them together. I hold my shoulders back as he ties them in a knot.

The next thing I feel is his hands running down my body ticking me, teasing my wanting body into submission. His hands slowly make its way to the waist band of my skirt. He reaches his hands into the sides of my skirt and pulls it off me. Leaving it in a pile at my feet.

"Lay down."