I've known him for 2 years now, and I could say that I knew more about him than anyone else. I loved the man; He was the most amazing person I've ever had the privlage of knowing. He's kind, and caring. Completely unafraid of showing his emotions to the world. But everyone has their secrets. Everyone has a dark side..
We've had fights before, sure. Screaming contests, and pointing fingers. But nothing quite like this. This seemed to be a defining moment for us, a moment where we can just let go of what we've been holding back for the past year.
"I don't care, Mark! I don't care. I know that you've been busy doing all these conventions, and meet ups, but did you ever stop to think about me? You haven't talked to me in 2 days!" I was yelling at him, completely hurt and ignored. He's never ignored me, ever since we started dating a year ago.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know that I would have to check in with you every damn hour, Eden!" He counters, his deep voice was booming, and would normally be intimadating. I've grown used to it.
"Seriously? I don't expect that, and you know that! I was worried, Mark. 2 days is a long time!" I replied, my voice was shaking now. "You know what? You're right, maybe I should just stop caring. That would make it easier, right?" I hissed, turning to walk away. I was done, I didn't want to fight anymore. I had full intentions of leaving that room and just letting the situation simmer down.
Then I felt him grab me, his strong grip on my upper arm yanked me back, spinning me back around to face him. I looked at him, my glare fueled with anger, and hurt. I wasn't expecting his expression, though..
His eyes were piercing, and dark, brows furrowed in frustration, and something else..
"Dont walk away from me." He stated, his voice dropped a few octaves. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the sound of it.
I moved to pull my arm away from him, only to have him squeeze me harder. I hissed slightly, feeling the dull pain and the beginnings of a bruise. I don't know what has gotten into him, but it was kinda..Hot. I know that sounds bad, but seeing him like this was like seeing a whole new person. His usual goofy smile replaced with a intense stare that just screamed, fuck me.
"You're such a fucking ass." I growl, and that was the spark that ignited the flame. His other hand reached up, roughly grasping my chin and pulling me towards him. Our lips collided harshly, quickly working to teeth and tongue. He practically growled in the embrace, harshly biting my lower lip in the process. A sharp gasp escapes from my throat, followed by a twinge of pleasure spiking down my body, straight to my core. He breaks away, quickly latching onto my neck, where he roughly bit down on the flesh of my collarbone.
"Fuck!" I cry out, feeling his teeth sink into my skin. My hands quickly go to his hair, grasping the wavy locks in my fingers, and pulling. A deep groan rumbles against my chest, and I could feel his arms snake around my waist. And suddenly I was no longer standing; He hoisted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist in an instant. He finds the nearest wall and practically slams me against it, a loud thud reverberating throughout the room. It hurt, but that only seemed to fuel me on more. Before I could do anything else with my hands, he grabs my wrists, pulling them away from him and pinning them against the wall above my head with one hand. His other hand ran through my long amber hair, before suddenly grasping the locks and yanking my head back. I grit my teeth, holding back the yelp that bubbled in my throat. His mouth was on my neck before I knew it; Sucking and biting me roughly. I tried not to think about how bad it will look tomorrow.
I tried to move my hands, pulling them out from under his, but was quickly caught and repinned. He pulled back, dark eyes glaring me down.
"Don't move." I shuddered at the sound of his voice. It was so incredebly deep, and demanding. It was so..hot. I nodded at that, at a loss for words.
His glare went from my eyes, down to my body. I was tiny compared to his stature. Standing at a whopping 4'9 and weighting only 98 pounds, Mark was easily able to pin me against the wall with just his hips.
"You know, I get so fucking turned on when you're mad?" He questions, his free hand pushing my shirt up to reveal my flat stomach. I feel a blush creep up my neck, but remained quiet. He leans forward, nudging towards my neck before biting down on me again. This time it was harder, and I couldn't hold back the cry that followed. He trails over the fresh mark with a kiss, humming in approval.
"I'm not holding back this time." He warns, the bass in his voice vibrated against my neck, and I let out a soft moan.
"Oh..fuck." I breathe out, feeling the warmth build up inside me. I needed him, this new side of him was turning me on beyond belief. I've never found myself so aroused.
I didn't even realize it, but I was grinding down on him, rolling my hips against his groin. A small, devious smirk braces his features, but before I could see his expression, he wrapped his arms around me once more, pulling me away from the wall. My arms went around his neck, legs tight around his waist as he headed towards the counter in the kitchen. I was about to protest, but he quickly caught my lips in a heated kiss, plopping me down on the counter. He eased up a little this time, with less biting and more actual kissing. I was the one to nip his lip, earning a deep groan and returned with him literally biting my lip. I couldn't help moaning deeply, scooting my hips closer towards his.
"Mark..Please.." I breathe as he breaks away.
"Please what?" He asks, his dark eyes on me once more. I blush fiercly,
"I need you." I whisper, averting my eyes elsewhere. He smirks at this. It was devious, and sexy and it had mischeif written all over it. He goes for my shirt, pulling the hem up and over my head, before tossing it. It didn't take long for the rest of my clothes to vanish, followed by his own. There was a puddle of garmets surrounding us, leaving us in absolutely nothing.
His hands were all over me, roughly grasping my breasts and kneading them, followed by his mouth, where he sucked and bit all over my chest. I was a breathless, needy mess in a matter of seconds. My fingers gripped his hair, holding on for dear life as I felt his motions work. It was bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but I needed so much more..
"Mark..Please, I want.." My voice trailed off when his hand sneaked away from my breast, and down my stomach, all the way there. It shut me up right away.
"Oh, I know what you want." He breathes, pulling away from my chest to catch my lips in another heated kiss. I felt his fingertips ghost over me, gently playing with my slick womanhood. A desperate groan escapes my throat, and he swallowed it.
"Beg for me." He breathes against my lips, moving to touch his forhead against mine while sliding two fingers inside my core. I gasped, pushing my hips forward in an attempt to get more from him. I could feel the heat in my face, and could only imagine how flush my cheeks were. He's never been like this before. So dominant, and demanding..
"M-Mark! Please, I want you to fuck-ah!" I couldn't even finish my sentence; I felt his fingers curl, pulling back and pressing on that little bundle of nerves deep inside me. My back arched, toes curling as I let out a lewd moan.
"There it is.." He comments, his voice just turning me on even more. Another cry from my lips as he repeats the action, his fingers creating a smooth rhythm. I reached out, digging my nails into his shoulder with one hand, the other grasping the edge of the counter as I drowned in the pleasure he was giving me. And this was just the beginning..