She felt the breath on her neck in the darkened bedroom. Her eyes opened immediately. The whispered words against her neck told her not to move. She complied, fingers pulled at the bed sheets until they were pushed away.
She felt lips moving from her neck to her collar. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt warm breath from the soft laughter before her hands were pushed up above her head and held there. She writhed beneath the other hand, her back arched off the bed.
"Shhh." Came the reply to her soft whimpers. She whimpered harder and began to shiver. The hands pulled her shirt off.
"Cold?" was the word whispered into the darkness. She nodded and felt the warm weight of a body press her down into the mattress. The fingers moved from pulling the shirt to the pants of her p.j.'s. Her hips rose in response to the gentle urging the free hand. The lips began moving further down; gentle cries were the only responses she could give. Soft bites and kisses left her skin red and marked.
Her legs were pushed apart rather quickly in the moment the lips captured her own. The biting continued on her lips and chin as though she were being consumed. The texture of a soft velvet tongue moved against her own to match the slow movements between her legs. Silence filled the room in the area of words only breathing and moans, little cries of pleasure or pain punctuated between gasps of breath.
The early morning light filled the bedroom; somehow the blankets had found their way back onto the bed though the clothing was far flung around the room. She opened her eyes slowly; her body was stiff and sore. Bite marks were still evident by the light colored bruises that were already beginning to show.
She sat up slowly, wincing at the lack of use of her body from sleeping in the same position for several hours. She looked around the room with blurry eyes and rubbed her head. A thin figure stood in the doorway watching her, a smile played on the lips. "Good morning."
Alex smiled up at Olivia, "Good morning yourself detective."