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It is akin to playing a master-crafted harp or lute, his mortal girl made the loveliest sounds, all he had to do was pluck the right strings.
He wasn't as unaffected as he'd expected and he had chased her pleasure instead of his own - of course he always satisfies his partners, but the impulse to just wring as much ecstasy as he could from her, made him forget about himself.
And she took it so beautifully, each climax he pulled from her was exquisite... he has always loved breaking things.
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When she is limp, muscles completely lax, her body draped against his, he gently slides his finger free, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head as he strokes stray hairs from her face, before cradling her and standing up.
As he lays her on his bed, he finally gets to take her in, her body supine, eyes closed though her breathing is still deep.
Her body is slender and lean, her womanly curves small. It is athletic, not something he is used to, but he likes it, loves the way he has reduced this strong woman to a trembling wreck.
A strange desire overcomes him, an urge to ruin her for all other men.
Of course he has already tied her to him with the wine - he was surprised she didn't know the Binding lore of Pomegranates, it was a gamble and he still isn't sure why he did it, but it feels right somehow.
She will be able to return to the sunlit world, but she will always crave him, long for his darkness. He wants to add his body to the bond, for her to think of him as her only real source of pleasure.
Of course, he isn't done with her yet.
As he settles on the bed, her eyes flutter open, a small noise of acknowledgement humming in her throat. He smiles to himself as he dips his head to run the flat of his tongue up her slit.
That gets her attention. A strangled little squeak, her eyes wide and stunned. His shoulders keep her legs apart as he pushes down on her stomach with one hand and the other roams upwards to stroke her breasts.
Sunshine, (he knew it) she tastes of sunshine, light, ambrosial and he groans against her as she gasps, so sensitive to every sweep of his tongue, every nudge of his nose and scrape of his teeth. The return of his finger has her breaking once more.
Tears are trickling unheeded down her face, glittering in the torch light like jewels, he pauses to watch in fascination, the way her body shudders, gasping sobs of pleasure pass her lips as he strokes inside her, thumb on her sweet spot in lieu of his lips.
She is perfect in her torment.
Next time, and there will be a next time, even if he has to tie her to his bed, he will torture her like this for days, till she cannot speak words or walk on her feet, till she can remember nothing but the pleasure he gives her, how he will own her completely… but, this is all new to her, he reminds himself, and now he is desperate for his own release.
A thrill shudders its way up his spine, anticipation a fire in his limbs and his sex throbs as he strokes himself, sending sparks over his skin like static.
Rey's golden skinned body is glistening with moisture, hair damp and coming loose from its buns, and his mouth waters, sex twicthing, bobbing against his stomach as he crawls up her body to kiss her lips.
When her eyes open, there is barely any hazel visible, her pupils huge, they widen even more as he rests his body on top of hers, not completely but enough for her to feel him, feel all of him.
A curse flies from his mouth as he rubs himself in the abundance of slick, shivering slightly, dipping his head to mouth over a breast, swirling his tongue around the hardened point of her nipple.
But it is a distraction. He slips free and looks down between their bodies as he lines himself up, here, he encounters a dilemma - does he wish to watch as his body sinks into hers, or would it be better to watch her expression as he conquers her?
A whimper has him looking up again and he has his answer.
While she is dripping and ready, she is not ready for him, her nose scrunches slightly, a sharp inhale and then her lip is caught between her teeth and her hands come up to grip his arms like vises.
Hitching one of her legs up on his hip, he tilts her pelvis, the angle makes it easier to push, parting her flesh, her body giving way reluctantly as he gently thrusts, shallowly at first.
When her maidenhead breaks, a wash of triumph hits him, first blood, a sacred, priceless offering.
All control is lost to him then, with one hard thrust he sheaths himself to the hilt, burrowing into her body, moulding her to fit him.
She cries out, it is a pained sound, a bead of blood hangs on her swollen lips as she pants, pupils smaller as her nails dig into his skin and her body clenches around him.
"I accept your sacrifice, little one," he kisses her softly, licking the scarlet away, "It will not be without reward."
Then he starts to move, slowly at first, almost all the way out before pushing in again, opening her up more, forcing her to body to yield to his despite their size disparity. At that thought he does glance down, then shudders at the sight - her hips are narrow and her thighs, while strong are slender, his sex looks obscene, impossibly huge as he moves, shiny with her essence and blood. He groans and looks up again, hips working harder, Rey makes a noise with each thrust, her eyes shut now and her head tilted back, though she still looks pained. He will make sure that changes before he is done, he wants to feel her climax with him inside her.
So he tilts slightly, moves up a tiny bit until there is pressure on her sweet spot, and there it is, her eyes fly open again and he stares into them.
"Tell me your pleasure is all mine," he commands roughly, urgently as he hits the special place inside her again and again, "Say it."
When she doesn't respond, just looks wary, he stops moving.
It is agony.
"Say it."
Still she hesitates, he presses his body down, pinning her so she cannot seek release on her own, but is very much aware of the pressure on her sweet spot. She squirms, bites her lips some more, then whimpers as he throbs inside her.
"It's yours," she tries circling her hips and he presses down harder, and she finally cries, "My pleasure is yours!"
With a small nod of acknowledgement, he pulls her legs around his waist and sets a deep, hard pace.
"Keep your eyes on me, little one," and that is all he is able to say as he lets his control completely slip and gives her everything she needs.
When her climax arrives, it carries them both away, her body squeezes him, as if it were trying to assimilate him, to hold onto him and never let go. The feeling is rapturous as his hips stutter and he pushes into her embrace as far as possible, emptying himself, filling her up as he throbs and twitches.
He holds her close as he shivers in ecstasy, his forehead resting upon hers, feeling her trembling beneath him, right where she belongs…
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When he comes down from his euphoria, Rey is still breathing in small hitches, little shivers vibrating through her limbs, eyes closed.
But as he eases himself out of her body, her eyes open open once more and she glances down, then quickly away, her flushed cheeks darkening.
With a smirk, he rolls to lie besides her, unbothered by his nakedness, propped up on one arm and gently uses the other hand to lightly trail a finger over her left breast.
Even though they have just made love, she shys away, gathering one of the furs to cover herself from him.
While he would love to tease her, he senses that doing so at this point would damage the memory of the pleasure he gave her - because he wants her to remember the transcendence, the ecstasy of sharing her body with him, he wants her to crave it again, and crucially, to be simply unable to stay away from him.
Not that she will be able to, but he wants all of her to want him, not just the part that is controlled by the wine, he wants her mind, her body and her soul.
For a moment he is taken aback by this thought, but he shakes it off - it has merely been a while since he's indulged such appetites and this is nothing more than post-climax possessiveness.
As he watches her shift underneath the fur, wincing slightly at each movement, he hides a satisfied smirk.
"Bathing will help with the ache," he tells her as he stands.
While he would prefer to just carry her there, he decides to let her walk, or totter is a more apt description. Like a newborn foal, she stands uncertainly, since her surrender to him, she has become almost fragile, perhaps she always was deep down, but hid it well.
His possessiveness is now joined by protectiveness, the latter is an emotion new to him.
"Allow me," he says with a tenderness that is also new to him, and picks her up.
There is a slight huff in answer, but she doesn't speak any words, just shifts in his arms a little uncomfortably.
"You will need to discard the fur, though, little one," he doesn't really care either way, but it is another exercise in getting her to submit to him.
They are at the steps into the pool before she drops the fur though, defiance beginning to assert itself once again. He finds he doesn't mind, while her surrender had been sublime, he had very much enjoyed the path he had taken to get her there.
Yes, he has always loved breaking things, and what is better than breaking something once? Why, of course, it is doing so for a second time.
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A/N: This is going to be longer than I thought, so sorry 0_0 there will also be slower updates too as I have other WIPs I am working on *facepalms*
Thanks for reading and commenting and I hope this isn't too bad a place to pause, didn't want to leave you hanging like the last chapter XD