— S Y L U S —
She was lying beneath me like a dream I never thought I would have. The kind of dream that a man like me does not get to keep... Yet here I was looking at her like she was the only thing in this world that I had not been able to hurt or walk away from.
She was beautiful, really beautiful. I do not have the words to say how beautiful she was. I lost my words somewhere between the time I saw her and now this moment, with her hair all over my pillow, her skin bare and soft and mine.
The corset dress she wore hung open a little loose as ribbons ended up loosening my marks on her, along with marks that were proof she was here with me in my bed. Something inside me was happy to see those marks. They were like a sign, a sign that said she was mine.
I looked at the marks without touching them, almost touching them.
Then I remembered something. A memory that I did not want to think about. It came to me quietly like a flame in a room.
I thought of Asher, his hands, her laugh. I thought of that one moment when everything was normal. I felt something cold and bad cawling inside me as I felt my jaw clench. She moved a little beneath me, her eyes moving. I looked back at her face.
"She is here," I told myself. The bad memory had already come. But before I could help myself with poison as jealousy consumed me, she leaned forward gently, holding my face,
"What happened, mylove?" Her soft words were barely above a whisper. Her deep, dark brown eye stared into my soul, anchoring me from my thoughts before I knew words rolled of my tongue.
"I saw you with him, hugging him like..." I could not finish what I was saying because I was too upset. I looked at her. My eyes showed how hurt and angry I was.
"Do you know how that made me feel?" I asked her. My voice was rough.
"Seeing another man touch you when you belong to me?"
My fingers were digging into her hips, and I pulled her close to me so she knew I meant what I said.
"You are mine." My movements stopped as jealousy spread through me like venom. I remembered how his arms were around her, how he laughed with her
"The way he touched you earlier... Like he had the right to put his hands on her." Each word laced with anger that I tried to keep aside. "Asher? " Her gaze met mine, confused as if seeking an answer I wasn't ready to give. My eyes looked at her body like I was trying to erase his touch from her skin. My face got darker when I thought about him. "Yeah, Asher."
"That guy who thinks he can just go up to you and touch you like it's nothing."
I leaned down, close my face near hers, as I spoke through slow deliberation.
"You're mine, Ella. Every Shade of you belongs to me."
My hands moved up to grip her wrists above her head, "You should have seen how he looked at you, " I said, my voice low and threatening. "Like he wanted you."
"It's nothing like that, he is my childhood friend, and He wasn't feeling well-" My eyes narrowed when she defended Asher, my jealousy got even hotter, burning through my veins. "He wasn't feeling well?" I said, not believing her. "Maybe he just wanted to get close to you." My grip on her wrists got tighter as I leaned down, my lips near her ear.
"I saw how he looked at you, Ella.... It had nothing to do with being sick." My other hand moved down to grip her thigh, squeezing gently. "You're so naive sometimes," I said darkly.
"Guys like him don't care about hugging. They care about touching." She gazed up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye, and a sly grin curled up on her lips. "Are you Jealous?"
My eyes flashed with anger. " Yes. I'm jealous, " I snarled, my face near hers.
"You're mine, Ella. And I don't share." My grip on her wrists got tighter as I pressed my body against hers. "The thought of anyone touching you... It makes me crazy." My voice got low and rough. "I'm the one who gets to see you like this." My hips moved against hers, letting her feel what she does to me.
"But maybe, " I continued darkly, "Maybe I need to remind you how good it is when it's me touching you."
As my fingers dug into her thighs, parting them as I leaned down, my teeth sinking into her curve of breast, slowly letting her feel it, "I-I'll talk to him." Her breathless voice, laced with desire, was like a pleasant melody to my ears. I pulled away slightly, looking at her pleasure-contoured face. I still felt jealous and possessive. I saw she was sincere, her body still arched beneath me.
"Fine," I snarled. "You can talk to him.. Make it clear that you're taken. That you're mine."
My hand gripped her hip. "If he tries anything... If he tries to get handsy again..." I leaned down and kissed her hard, pouring all my jealousy and desire into it. When I pulled back, my voice was low and threatening.
"I'll make him regret it." Her soft moan made my eyes darken, and I tightened my grip on her hip. I kissed her jaw and neck, my lips and tongue leaving heat on her skin.
"You drive me crazy, " I murmured against her neck, my voice rough, with need. My hand moved up to cup her breast, my thumb brushing over it. "Ngh-" that breathless moan of hers... I pulled back to look at her, my eyes blazing with possessiveness and desire that I could no longer restrain. "Tell me you're mine," I demanded softly.
"Say it." Her breath caught as my words settled between us, feeling heavy and really hard to ignore. For a second, all I could hear was the sound of us breathing together in the dark as my hands left the grip of her wrist, and they slid beneath her waist and one beneath her nape. Then her fingers curled tighter around me. They were shaking just a little bit.
"I'myours," she whispered, her words soft. They really hurt my chest, sitting in like a truth I longed to hear. My eyes closed for a moment at what she said. My forehead fell against hers. I felt something inside my chest that I did not like, something that made me want to own her.
It still was not enough for me. "I really love it when you say things like that. " I said, my voice lower now. I was almost begging."Say that again for me, little minx." The way she looked at me after that? It was like she already knew I would never let her go. "Yours." Before I knew, my breath caught when her fingers hooked around my pendant, pulling me forward before I could grasp the moment. The chain was cool against my skin. It was the look in her eyes that really got to me. "You have to say it too," she whispered, her voice bold just enough to make my heart beat fast. "Tell me you belong to Ella."
For a moment, I just looked at her. I leaned, pulling her closer as I kissed her forehead
"Ella…" I said, my voice rough, I wanted her so bad, and it was scary.
"I was yours a time before I even knew it, "I told her.
My breath got stuck in my throat as I looked into her eyes. The soft light in the bedroom made them look like dark chocolate. They seemed to shimmer with a mix of being scared and wanting me to pull them in like a magnet. My eyes got darker with feelings, a burning desire to own her igniting inside. I felt like I could get lost in those eyes forever, drowning in their hug.
"You are really stunning, " I whispered, my voice rough with admiration and desire. My thumb gently brushed over her cheek, tracing the lines of her face.
"I could look into these eyes for hours," I leaned down slowly, giving her time to move away if she wanted to. I knew she wouldn't. Her breathing got faster, her eyes filled with excitement. When my lips finally touched hers, it was with a touch that hid the strong passion burning inside me. I kissed her deeply but softly, pouring all my feelings into our kiss.
My eyes looked over her face, seeing how her lips were swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed with desire. My gaze went lower, looking at the marks I'd left on her neck. Reminders that she was mine. A small smile played on my lips as I saw that her shirt was partly open, showing skin. My hands had done that, I thought with pride. Just like they'd messed up her hair.
I felt proud. Like I owned her when I saw her. Messy and marked by my touch. It was a feeling knowing she was mine. My thumb brushed over her lip gently, my voice low. "You look like you've been thoroughly ravished," I said, approvingly.
"And that's what I plan to do, " I continued. My other hand slid down to grip her hip as I leaned in close, my breath against her ear. My gaze was intense as I looked down at her, my chest. Moving with each breath. My eyes got darker with desire as I looked at her, seeing the fitted skirt that hugged her curves.
I leaned down slowly, pressing a kiss to her stomach. My lips trailed lower, leaving a trail of fire, awakening. "May I?" My voice was low and rough with desire. I looked up at her, my eyes blazing with hunger. My hand rested on her hip, waiting for her response. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation clear. My other hand slid up her side, my fingers brushing against her breast teasingly. I was giving her control. Making it clear how much I desired her.
"What if it's no, then?" She smirked with a playful glint. My eyes got really wide with surprise. I was also kind of amused by what she said. I leaned back a little. Looked at her with a slow smile on my face.
"What if she says no?" I repeated her words, and I was laughing a little.
"Well, if that happens, I will just have to find ways to convince You" I said softly. My hand went up to her face. I touched her cheek gently. My thumb brushed against her lip. "But I do not think you will say no " I said, looking at her intensely.
"Because deep down you want this just as much as I do." My other hand held her hip tightly. Pulled her close to me. I could feel her skin against mine and her soft body against my chest.
"Seesh, you make me desperately hopelessly in love with you. "That eye roll of hers, that attitude defiant yet so tender, I felt surprised by her duality at the same time. I was really taken aback by how she felt, and the love in her eyes was so clear. Before I could say anything, she leaned in. Kissed me really deeply, putting all her feelings into it. I was frozen for a moment, overwhelmed by how intense it was. Then I wrapped my arms around her tightly. Kissed her back just as passionately.
When we finally stopped kissing to breathe, I put my forehead against hers my breathing uneven. "This is crazy, " I said roughly.
She leaned back, removing her shirt, tossing it aside, revealing a fitted black bra, my gaze immediately drawn to the swell of her breasts and the delicate curve of her collarbone. A low growl rumbled in my chest, pupils dilating with desire. "You are trying to drive me crazy?" I said, my voice thick with want. My hands really wanted to touch her to feel every inch of her skin.. I waited for her to say it was okay.
My eyes looked up at hers, intense and burning. "Can I touch you?" I asked roughly. "Please?" I was really desperate. It was kind of embarrassing.. I did not care. My breath caught when she guided my hands, holding in her soft, slender fingers, placing them on her breasts, and my rough hands felt the weight of them through her bra. "Fuck..." at how good it felt, and my thumbs brushed over her nipples gently. I muttered under his breath, my eyes darkening with craving I could no longer deny. "You feel so good." My hands kneaded gently, exploring every curve and contour of her chest. I leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone and shoulder blades, marking her with my lips and teeth. Every touch was both reverent and possessive. " Like a man worshipping something precious while claiming it as his own."
My eyes lit up with a mix of softness and desire as I watched her relax into the mattress, her face hidden in her hand. I loved seeing her like this. Her cheeks flushed, and her body reacted to my touch, trying to conceal how much I was affecting her.
She let out a sigh. A low hum rose in my chest as I heard her moan. "Don't hide from me, baby ", I whispered, my voice deep and husky "I want to see every reaction, hear every sound you make." My hand moved up from her hip to her waist, pulling her close as I leaned over her. "You are so beautiful when you're like this, " I praised, feeling her bare skin soft and pale against mine. "Lost in pleasure because of me ", my words hanging in the air.
My eye darkened with desire as I watched her remove her hands, revealing the delicate column of her throat. His gaze followed the path of his hand as it slid behind her back, the soft click signaling the unclasp of your bra. "Look at me," I commanded softly, his voice rough with want. As she met my gaze, I slowly peeled off her bra, revealing those bare breasts to hungry eyes.
I drank in the sight of her beneath him, clad only in her skirt and now unclasped bra. My large hands cupped her breasts reverently, thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks teasingly. "You're exquisite," I murmured, awe and lust evident in my tone. My eyes flicked up to meet her, intense and possessive.
"Mine." My eyes flashed with triumph and desire at the sound of her moan. My hands tightened on her breasts, thumbs circling and teasing nipples until they were hard peaks under his touch. "Ah-Sylu-s" "Music to my fucking ears," I growled lowly, leaning down to capture one nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud as my other hand continued to knead and caress her breast. While my other free hand slid down her body possessively, gripping her hip and thigh as I settled myself between her legs, long and slender. My body heat seeped through as I pressed against her thigh, a promise of what was to come. I lifted my head to look at her, lips curled into a smirk around nipple.
"I could spend hours just playing with these," I murmured low and deep against her skin. "But I want more." "You are greedy." She said, breathless with mischief. My smirk widened into a grin at her teasing words, my eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "Guilty as charged," I murmured huskily. "But can you blame me? When I have something this perfect beneath me?"
My hips rolled against hers deliberately, pressing hardness against her core. I groaned low in my throat at the contact, my grip on her hip tightening. "Fuck, you feel so good," I rasped. As my hand slid down to grip the hem of her skirt, pulling it up slowly. "I need to feel more of you." My eyes flicked to where her nails were digging into my shoulder, leaving red marks in their wake.
I gazed darkly with desire as I watched her body tremble beneath my touch. I loved seeing the effect I had on you, how I could make Ella tremble and moan with just a simple touch.
"Eyes on Me," I commanded softly, my hand sliding up to grip her chin gently but firmly. "I wanted to see your eyes, to watch them glaze over with pleasure as I touched you." My other hand continued its slow journey up her thigh, pushing her skirt higher and higher. My fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, feeling the heat through the fabric.
"You're so wet for me already," I murmured approvingly. My thumb pressed against her core, rubbing slow circles over the covered bundle of nerves. "I can feel it." Her head thrown back, eyes shut, face contorting in pleasure, nails digging into my back, " God-" that soft breathless moan of hers was just driving me crazy.
My breath caught in my throat as I looked into her eyes, now dark and hazy with desire. They resembled pools of melted chocolate, shining with a need that matched my own. It was a gaze that drove me wild, the way she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. "Damn," I muttered under my breath, leaning down to capture her lips in a hot kiss. My tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming every bit of it as mine.
One hand teased her core through the lace of her panties while the other held her breast firmly. I felt her tremble beneath me and heard the soft moans escaping her lips as I touched her. I broke the kiss to trail my lips down to her neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. "Fuck- You are like a hungry beast-" My lips curved into a smirk against her neck at her words, and my chest vibrated with a low chuckle. "Damn right I am," I murmured in a husky voice.
"Your beast." My teeth grazed her skin lightly as I spoke, feeling the shiver that ran through her body. My hand slipped beneath the lace of her panties, and my fingers parted her folds to stroke through the warm wetness I found there. "Sylus-" her words died on her lip, head falling back, body arching, fingers digging into my shoulder, other into the sheet, clenching it hard until her knuckle went pale, shaky, uneven breath. "Damn, you're soaked," I groaned, my voice thick with desire. My fingers circled her clit slowly, teasingly, before slipping lower to press inside her. A soft gulp down her throat, eyes shut unable to meet mine as I established a steady rhythm, pumping my fingers in and out while my thumb continued to circle her clit. "So tight," I praised softly. "Like you were made for me."
"Sylus, it's my time... I have never done it before, and it's making my mind feel fuzzy," she said. My eyes got wide in surprise at what she said. I felt a mix of kindness and a strong desire to protect her. I didn't expect this. That I would be the one for her it made me feel things I didn't know yet.. I looked at her. She took a breath her body was shaking and her eyes were unfocused with pleasure as she looked up at me.
Her first time.
"Shh," I said softly leaning down to give kisses along her jaw. "It's okay, Amor. I've got you."
My hand stopped moving fast and I became gentle as I looked into her fuzzy eyes. Something changed inside me. I still wanted her. Now I felt more careful and kind.
"We'll take this slow " I promised, my voice low and calm.
"I'll make sure it's perfect, for you." My other hand held her face gently. My thumb touched her cheek as I looked into her eyes. "You're trusting me with something special " I said quietly my voice honest.
"I won't hurt you." I really mean it I thought, looking down at her quivering body under me. Every single word.