If Only he Knew
It never hurt…
He as always do gentle, unlike some of the others
He tailed his soft hands around my neck, searching for it. With one simple brush, he struck my weakness.
A sigh escaped my quivering lips
He smirks, gliding his fingers over it again
This time, a purr
He knows I like it, so he presses harder.
I gasped, sucking in air
"Something wrong my little flower?" he asked
I shook my head
He brings his head to my ear.
"Are you sure?" he asked, breathing in my ear
The mixture of the heat from his mouth and the gentle strokes of his hand under my chin made m e shiver.
He chuckled, kissing my cheek
"You are only mine." He said, kissing me again
If only he knew…
If only he knew where I was an hour ago…
It always hurt… yet it felt so good.
Binding my hand to the bed post with handcuffs too small to escape
Blindfolding my eyes, letting my imagination run full throttle
He know where my waek spot was;
Under my chin, where it meets with my neck.
He had marked it once, slowly digging his teeth in the flesh
No purrs
No gasps
No sighs
Just hugh pitched moans; generally calling out his name
"Your scrams just make it hurt more" he warned
"I know" I stated.
He goes in again, nibbling a the sensitive skin.
This time, I feel blood dripping down my swollen neck.
His eyes widen, I can feel it
He begins to lick the blood carefully, not missing a single drop
I put my hand on his cheek. He grabbed it, pushing it closer to him
"I own you." He said in a stern voice
If only he knew…
If only he knew were I was an hour ago
Sometimes… it stung
I find myself layed on the examination table of my acedimic lover. He was ontop of me, weaving and inweaving his fingers through my hair
He was very timid with his movements, matching his green eyes with mine to get approval to move on
I give him a serious look without blinking.
He continued on, moving to my weak spot.
He also knew
Although, he had a different approach
He didn't search for lit like Marluxia did
Nor did he leave a mark to remember like Saix did.
He remembers where, hitting it with his velvet tongue
I grunted at the sudden chill
"Too cold for you?" he asked, not caring about an answer
"Yes and no." I answer, regripping his frail ashoulders
He continues, licking the same area
Then, with a gentle blow, he manages to freeze the area, making it numb and sting at the same time
I shiver under him
"Too cold yet?" he asked again, sarcastically
I only shook my head
"You're my little experiment." He said, standing up
If only he knew…
If only he knew where I was an hour ago
It burned… evertime