A.N.: Recommend song to listen during reading : Every Breath You Take by Chase Holfelder (cover)
Sweeney Todd had many desires…
Desire for his precious Lucy. Desire to see his daughter Johanna again. Desire to revenge. Desire to kill the Judge and the Beadle. Desire for his past life. But increasingly he was staying in his old barber shop above Mrs. Lovett pie shop, he was realizing , his biggest desire was for Mrs. Lovett personally.
Her officiousness could sometimes drive him nearly mad. That much he felt desire to kill her and enjoy himself during slitting her throat.
But he also felt whole another desire…
He could watch her all day long. Her tight dress, clenching around her full curves. Her lustfully short skirt. Every time she bent over the counter, or down to the floor for something she dropped. Every single breath she took, and her heaving chest , crying for release from its prison.
Sometimes he struggled to keep himself from doing things that were only in his mind.
How he could grab her neck in his tight grip, making her gasp, her full red lips parting. How he could press her little body against the wall of her shop, in gaze of the others. How he could put his silver razor on her throat and make her beg for her life.
He could knock her on her counter , rolling up her skirt, ripping her corset to reveal her milky white breasts to his touch. He could lost himself in her softness and tenderness.
Every her move made him tremble.
Every time she came in his shop, he watched her hungrily, waiting for the moment she will lose her attention. Waiting to let her know she belong to him.
She backed away as he stepped closer. He took fistful of her raven black hair, making her eyes squeezed closed. He pushed her down on her knees. Freeing his length from his pants. She eagerly took him in her mouth, tantalizingly tracing him with her pink tongue. His head tipped back. He growled loudly to her pleasure.
He get down to her, descending on her, ripping her skirt with his razor, making her gasp. He removed her panties before he sink into her.
Pounding almost brutally into her, saying her she was his. Her hands on his back, her nails biting his flesh trough the fabric of his shirt. He bit her neck, licking the hot blood.
She tangled her legs on his lower back, moving him deeper inside her. Moaning loudly make him grin wildly into her skin.
Her red lips parting from panting , her sounds of moaning and crying of pleasure bring him shuddering climax.
He could make her feel she belong to him.
And she eagerly accepted it.
Yes he had a strong desire for Mrs. Lovett. That much he could kill her and enjoy himself during it.