Bride To His Darkness

"My darling, you needn’t ask for what can be given to you in a dime." He breathed against her lips, his fingers swiftly grabbing her hair in bunches, although not harshly, but his hold was undeniably firm enough to keep her head in place. The temperature in the small land they had created, seemed to have risen to a boiling point, and Samantha could feel her sanity slowly slipping away from her.

"If it is my undying love you want, then I shall offer more than just that. I need to make you realize that you can only feel this way with no one else but me." Ivan’s irises had switched, a devious smile curving his lips as they promised more sinful nights ahead. Fierce eyes staring into moistened ones, he leaned closer and murmured against her skin.

"Before we do that, I need to make you understand something first," his voice dropped to an octave, "When we’re alone, I will take control because I know you like it that way. You’re my needy little girl, my little lamb, I will learn your body and have you pleading for more the minute I start. But outside this, you fucking own me... all you have to do is say it, and I will worship the very ground you walk on."

He sounded vehement, and when he lifted his head to meet her eyes, he realized that he would never be able to work well without staring into those homely eyes.

"Mine." He whispered.

"Yours." She breathed.

Samantha had barely found the chance to recover from his confession when he claimed her mouth, his kisses passionate enough to leave her mind as blank as a white sheet, whilst angling her head properly as he molded their lips together. His lips on her was rough, yet inexplicably gentle– he sucked, licked, and when he nipped at her bottom lip like a man in thirst, a moan she could no longer hold escaped from her mouth, but it was swallowed by the man who no longer restrained himself as he was long gone.

His hypnotizing scent enveloped her senses, camouflaging her own with the scent of lavender and bergamot. They were out in the open, with the stars, the moon, and the heaven as a witness, but yet she did not shy away. Her senses were weak, she could hardly utter a word of protest, but if she wanted to be honest, she never once did.

Ivan feverishly licked off the blood from her bottom lip before pulling back, giving her time to catch her breath, whilst her toes dug themselves into the makeshift surface of the bed. Her chest heaved with more urgency, her gaze blurry, but the man positioned above her simply left open-mouthed kisses on her burning skin, his mouth trailing down her jaw to her chin, past her lovely neck all the way to her shoulder and chest.

".....!!!"

Samantha’s eyes instantly snapped wide when she felt his hot mouth savoring the taste of the top of her breast.