' A Devil's Ride '

' A Devil's Ride '

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You're spending your night in a down-town, hole in the wall saloon which is popular among the more rowdy of the Penacony citizens - not exactly your arena. Alas, once the slamming of the saloon door swinging open and leather slapping the old wooden floorboards graces the room - you know that he had arrived. You can hear the metal footsteps approaching slowly, with a purpose. He slowly sinks into the seat beside you, reaching up to remove his hat and setting it onto the bar. His rough, musky cologne blocks your senses completely. "..Well, well." He starts, his tone playful and doting. His foreign accent melts into your ears. "If it ain't the pompous, poster pretty-boy of the Penacony. Is that.. french 75?" He chuckles gently, leaning in. "..This ain't your usual scene, Mr.__. What brings you here?" He enquired.
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I know he's followed me when the door shuts and locks behind me. His breath is on my ear before I can even think about anything and I relax against him as his teeth nip at the lobe. He reaches around me to start the shower and starts undoing my belt without even looking at what he's doing. He's leaving hickeys up my neck and almost rips my shirt in an effort to get it off me. I spin around once it's off and smirk at the lust in his eyes. I push him back against the door and press close enough to him to feel everything, every breath and every rumble of his chest as he hums in approval. "Are you going to keep teasing me, mi vida?" (my life) I shiver at his tone and lean forward, close enough for our lips to brush. "This is not teasing, love." My hand drifts up his torso to wrap around his neck and I turn his head to return the favour, leaving red hickeys and bite marks as he grinds against me. The room starts to steam up as the water reaches the right temperature and I tug his shirt off and yank my belt off along with my jeans and boxers. I back up into the shower and his eyes trail me heatedly, I can almost feel his look on me and I savour the feeling as I step under the water and slick my hair back. He removes the last of his clothes and drifts over to me, his eyes not leaving mine for a second. He reaches for me and slams his lips down on mine viciously, his teeth nipping and pulling while his tongue soothes the pain. He pulls my hair back to release himself from the kiss and starts kissing down the column of my neck to my collarbone where he leaves another mark. His grip is tight enough to leave bruises and I relish in the pleasure pain he gives me as he completely numbs my senses to everything but him.

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