Getting shivers down my spine, I silently watch him as he unbuttons his white shirt. Leaving it fall on the ground, he watches me with his blue iced eyes. I'm blocked. Without thinking, I bite my lip and then I meet his look. I stop, knowing that what I've done drove him insane.
"Ana," he whispers as he runs his thumb across my lower lip. "Don't bite your lip."
I moan. He cracks a smile and pick me up from his big, white bed, dragging my body against his. I feel the heat pulsing in his body and a mad desire burries my mind and my body. I want him. His teeth pressing on my neck and his warm breath leaving marks on my skin. Sweet Jesus. Arching my head back, he reaches my hair and makes his way to my lips, kissing me slowly. I groan again, giving him a little space inside me, and he slips his tongue inside my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I play his game and dare to softly bite his tongue. He growls and suddenly stops. My eyes are begging him to continue, but his devilish eyes give me a negative answer.
"You're playing Devil's game," he says, looking deep in my eyes. "You've been a bad girl, Anabelle."
My eyes shut for a while, when I feel his hands turning me around and brutally pushing me on his big white bed. I sigh, and look up to him, seeing his smile and then a silver pair of handcuffs in his hand. Oh. My. Fucking. God.
"You are so mine," he says, and then he opens my bra, which falls on the bed.
Still smiling at me, he takes my hands and handcuffs them by bed's headboard. He gets closer to my ear, bites my ear lobe and I moan.
His mouth gets down on my shoulders, biting them slowly while holding my waist in his hands. He reaches for my boobs and leaves saliva on my nipples, making them hard. I close my eyes, not knowing what follows. He softly gets down on my abdomen, and then bites the lace of my lingerie, playing with his tongue on the area. He helps the process of taking off my lingerie with his fingers, and then goes back up, playing with his tongue on the inside of my thighs. I try to move my hands, but I can't. Seeing this, he smiles and slowly bites one of my pussy lips. I moan and beg him for more.
"Soon, Ana," he seductively says. I moan and bite my lip, and spread my legs a little more.
He slips two of his fingers in, making me close my legs, but he opens them again, using his free hand. He continues faster and deeper, listening to my stifled moans. He stops and watch his finger. Wetness.
"Oh, Ana," he says, as he gets up on me. "Taste yourself."
I frown, and then put his fingers inside my mouth, tasting the saltiness from his finger.
"I'm going in. Is that alright, sweet Anabelle?"
"Yes", I slowly whisper as he slowly goes in, and I feel something tearing inside of me.
"Are you okay, Ana?" Among my moanings, I nod. "Good," he adds.
He changes the rhythm. Faster, harder, deeper. In all this time, he's not losing visual contact. His body crawling in moves is against mine, and he's watching my mouth curling into moans and screams of his name, and I just lose myself, I collapse in his hands and let all of it out. He places his forehead on mine, closes his eyes and leaves a kiss on my forehead.
"Ana?" he whispers among his rough breath.
"Mhm," I moan, closing my eyes.
"I love you."
