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Rio's pov
I eased her down onto my bed, careful not to break the spell. Her hair fanned out like a dark halo on the white sheets, moonlight bathing the room and turning everything electric,like we were the only two people alive.
"You're so fucking beautiful, it's insane," I whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe just enough to draw a moan that hit me like a drug. God, she moans so fucking beautifully.
She'd already peeled herself bare for me,no barriers, no hesitation,and the sight was nothing short of angelic. Her curves, soft skin gleaming in the silver light, every inch made for me. Officially mine. She said it herself, and nothing's ever tasted sweeter. She's mine, and I'm all hers. Does she realize how much control she has over me? Doubt it, but I'm damn sure.
I claimed her neck with hungry kisses, sucking and biting until her back arched, pulling me closer like she couldn't get enough. How she reacts to me… it's like she was made for this, for me.
Lower now. One nipple in my mouth, hard and perfect, the other rolled between my fingers. I sucked harder. She moaned louder.
"Fuck, Rio, don't stop," she begged, voice dripping with need.
It's the way she says my name, like a prayer, when I'm worshipping her like the goddess she is.
"You're so fucking needy for me, princess," I murmured, lips ghosting down her skin as I moved lower.
"Spread," I ordered, sliding between her thighs. The scent of her arousal hit me hard,she was dripping wet, glistening, and I was starving.
She obeyed, legs wide, and fuck, her pussy was a masterpiece. Wetness leaked down to her thighs, pooling on the sheets.
"You're so fucking wet, Elena. You want me that bad, huh?" I teased, looking up at her.
She nodded, heat burning in her eyes.
"Use your words, princess," I whispered, kissing along her inner thighs, circling the spot she wanted me most.
"Yes, Rio," she gasped, hips jerking up to meet me.
Such a good girl for me, and I fucking love it.
"Good girl," I praised, flicking my tongue over her clit.
She tastes like heaven,can't get enough. I circled her entrance before sliding my tongue inside, tasting every inch. I tongued her hard, thumb rubbing her clit, and she was a moaning, shaking mess beneath me.
Back to her clit, swirling and teasing, then slipping a finger inside. She moaned louder.
"Oh God, Rio…" she struggled to speak.
I loved seeing her like this,helpless, desperate for me.
I added a second finger. Her hands gave out, and she slammed back onto the mattress.
I quickened my pace, fucking her with my fingers while she made those wet, needy sounds. The room echoed with her desperate moans.
Her pussy clenched tight around me,I knew she was close. I slowed to a torturous crawl, before stopping watching the desperation paint her face.
"Rio… what?" she whispered looking down at me .
"Beg for it, Elena. You've been a very bad girl," I teased, kissing and biting the soft skin of her inner thighs.
My fingers teased her slowly, teasing her until she whimpered like a hungry animal.
"Please, Rio," she begged, eyes locked on mine.
"Please what, princess?" I smirked.
"Please let me cum," she whined.
"There you go," I said, plunging my fingers back inside, quick and merciless.
"Fuuuck, Rio… just like that, don't stop," she moaned, fingers tangling in my hair, pushing my face deeper.
She ground herself against my mouth, lost to pleasure, and when she exploded, I swallowed every drop, helping her ride every wave.
If I died right here, buried deep inside her, face covered in her juices, I'd die a happy man.
I pulled back to look at her, eyes half-lidded, still trembling from the high.
I kissed her, tasting herself on my lips.
She pulled me close, kissing me harder, raw and hungry.
"Fuck me," she whispered, hands sliding down my chest to grab my rock-hard cock.
"Please," she begged.
I smiled down at her, amused by how innocent she looked when she was begging me to fuck her.
"Whatever you want, princess," I whispered, aligning myself and sliding inside her tight heat.
She wrapped her legs around me as I thrust slowly, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back.
"Faster," she breathed between moans.
She's going to be the death of me, I swear.
I picked up the pace, slamming into her mindlessly, our moans bouncing off the walls.
I pulled out, flipped her around, grabbed her hips, and slammed back in, trapping her hands behind her back.
She pressed against me with every thrust.
"You feel so good, Elena. Fuck," I growled, pounding her so hard the bed rattled against the wall.
This sex… this was next level.
I let go of her hands, grabbed her hair, pulling her close until her back hit my chest.
She seized my wrist and dragged my hand to her throat.
"Choke me," she moaned, voice thick with need.
I smiled darkly and tightened my grip, feeling her pulse under my fingers.
"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" I whispered, sliding my other hand between her legs, circling her clit.
"Fuck, Rio…" she gasped.
I circled faster, fucked her harder and deeper.
Her pussy clenched around me as I ordered, "Cum for me."
Good girl, she came all over me, trembling as I kept fucking her, riding out the waves of her orgasm.
I released her neck and she collapsed onto the mattress, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it while I continued pounding, spanking her perfect ass.
That ass was made for my handprints,I could see every red mark glowing.
Finally, I pulled out and came hard on her thick, plump ass.
I stroked myself slow, throwing my head back as the pleasure crashed through me.
We lay breathless, her skin glistening with my come.
I leaned down and kissed her back.
"Shower?" I whispered.
She nodded, exhausted and satisfied.
I lifted her bridal style, carrying her to the bathroom.
I set her gently on the counter and turned on the shower, steam curling up around us.
She looked worn out, perfect,sexy in every way.
The water ran hot, and she stepped in.
I retreated to our room,ours now,and stripped the bed, tossing on fresh sheets.
I grabbed one of my shirts and shorts and placed them on my bed for her .
When the water was ready and she'd stepped inside, I slipped in behind her under the shower warm water washing over us both.
Soft hands on skin, quiet whispers, and the slow, tender aftercare of two souls wrapped tight in the aftermath of fire.
The steam swirled thick around us, warm and heavy, as she pressed close against me, her breath soft on my neck. I could still feel the heat of her skin, the rapid thump of her heart syncing with mine like a secret song only we knew.
She tilted her head back, eyes half-lidded, and whispered, "You're too damn tall."
I smirked, feeling her little hands slide up to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she stood on her tiptoes, trying to reach every inch.
"Elena," I chuckled low, "you're the only one who can boss me around like this."
She grinned, a shy little thing, scrubbing gently at my scalp. "Someone's gotta keep you in check. Plus, you're like a giant,how am I supposed to reach all your hair?"
I leaned down, lips brushing her temple. "And you're the sweetest giant tamer I've ever met."
When it was my turn, I cradled her head in my hands, fingertips massaging through her damp hair with the gentlest care. I loved how she melted under my touch, eyes closing, lips parting slightly, trusting me like I was the only thing steady in the chaos.
"Hold still, princess," I murmured, the water tracing lazy lines down her skin as I washed away every trace of the night.
I think washing her hair is my new favorite sport .
She opened her eyes, looking up at me with that vulnerable softness that made my chest ache. "You're making me weak, you know that? am supposed to be badass and whatever,"she whispers her head on my chest .
I smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Good. Because you're mine. All mine."
When the water slowed, and the world outside finally hushed, I lifted her out, wrapping her in the softest towel. Her skin was warm against my hands, her body fitting perfectly into the curve of mine.
I watched her slip into my clothes like it's my favorite show . She looks too damn good .
We slid onto the bed, tangled in sheets and quiet breaths. Her head found my chest, and my fingers traced lazy patterns on her back as she drifted between sleep and wakefulness.
"Stay with me," she whispered, voice thick with fatigue and something softer something like hope.
"Always," I promised, pulling her closer, our hearts beating in a perfect, messy harmony.
And there, in the quiet after the storm, we found peace just her and me, tangled up in each other and the kind of love that burns slow but never dies.