Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Raito supposes that one of the things that he loves about L is her skin.
It is pale and smooth, like ivory bisque, so unblemished that when they make love, he is tempted to bite, clamp his teeth to mar the perfection, leave the mark of an alpha male to show the world that she belongs to him.
(And L, with her stubborn independence and sharp intelligence, wouldn't have it any other way.)
He loves pressing his mouth against the base of her throat; it feels cool and silky and she even throws back her head to offer him more, just the lionesses he saw on the Discovery Channel as a young boy.
He feels like that now – a lion. King of the jungle, and L his mate, a mate he has chosen above all others to spend the rest of his life with because she would never tire him, unlike them.
And she never does.
She is full of surprises of her own. When he is making love to her, she lets those pale slender hands caress his darker skin, touching the muscles of his back and his shoulder blades, as if to show that she truly appreciates his masculinity.
(This is just a battle for dominance, anyway.)
He closes his eyes and imagines how the white of her hand must contrast with the light golden of his skin, when their bodies move together rhythmically, as though they are able to sense each other's needs. They're perfect like this, they're perfect in every other way, too. He notices how well they meld in together, as though he was made for her and she for him.
Perspiration gives her skin a glowing sheen, making her more appealing to Raito that she usually is. He bends down and captures of a piece of flesh from her throat between his teeth. A thrill courses through his veins as she cries out, tightening her slender fingers on his shoulders...and together, they reach newer heights.
And the world exploded into white stars before their eyes.
When Raito gazes down at L, both of them trying to catch their breath, he sees a tiny bruise on her ivory skin.
She is at last his.