— E L L A —
I woke up slowly, like when you have been sleeping deeply and you do not want to wake up yet. The room was really quiet. There was a little bit of light coming through the curtains and some faraway sounds of the city outside the window.
Then I felt his arms around me. One was heavy and warm, one around my waist, and the other under me. It was like he had fallen asleep holding me and had not let go. His chest was moving up and down against my back slowly and evenly. He was sleeping peacefully as If the ocean finally found its anchor.
I did not move away. I slowly tilted my head up to look at him. He was still asleep. His eyelashes were resting on his cheeks, and his face was relaxed. He looked more youthful, softer. The morning light was shining, highlighting every feature of his soft mole under his eyes and his clear skin. I gazed at him as if he were a serenity that was meant to be so breathtaking.
Then I saw the marks. My marks. They were over his neck like I had painted them there without thinking. They were dark and deep where I had bitten him and lighter where my nails had scratched him. They were the kind of marks that you get when you are not thinking, when your body is in charge.
I felt embarrassed, but something else settled silently before I knew a satisfaction... I started to remember what had happened. It came back to me in fragments, as if I were being reminded of it slowly. I remembered how his eyes had looked at me in the light. They were dark and patient. They seemed to be daring me to do something. I remembered his hands, how warm and careful they were. I remembered his voice, how careful he was, as if he was handling something fragile and sacred, as Memories of last night came across my mind...
—————LASTNIGHT——————
"Ella.... I want this to be perfect for you... We can stop if you don't want to-" His voice was low and gentle when he said, "Are you alright?" "Yeah...Well, maybe a little music can help me relax a bit..." He nodded as he pulled away slowly, looking it up on his phone. "Which one do you want me to play?" I thought about it for a moment, " Make You Mine by Madison Beer.." He nodded as the music filled the room, and I felt my body start to relax. He walked over and knelt. "You sure?" The way he checked on me anyway is what really got to me. He actually checked on me twice. He used those hands of his, the ones that're always so careful and tender. "Yes... Sylus. Just be gentle." I said quietly, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead as he closed his eye, as he relaxed, "Yes. Absolutely, you are my priority..." His eyes got softer as he listened to the music playing quietly in the background. He did not look away from me. The pleasant melody surrounded us, making the room feel more sensual, which made my heart beat faster.
I felt his lips touch my ankle softly. He stayed there for a moment, which gave me shivers, before he slowly kissed his way up my leg. Every time he touched me it felt like he was being very careful, like he was trying to remember every part of me. For a second, I saw something in his eyes like my trust meant a lot to him, and he did not know how to say it.
Slowly, Sylus climbed over me, his body hovering above me carefully. His hands slid softly along my sides. Then he put them on my hips, which made me feel safe under him. The way Sylus looked at me made my breath hitch, making me forget to breathe. It was like he was trying to tell me things without saying a word. "You are very essential to me, " Sylus said, his voice low and honest, softly. "I will take care of you." I felt a warmth settle inside me as He kissed me again. It was slow this time. It was gentle. There was no rush. This kiss felt different from the kisses we had before. This one felt softer, deeper, like comfort and desire mixed.
When he pulled back, he touched his nose to mine softly, which made my stomach feel funny. "Tell me if anything hurts or feels bad," he whispered. "I want this to be good for you." his hands slid higher up my thighs, fingers drew slow patterns on my skin, which made me shake under him. Every time he touched me, I felt like I was feeling chills running down my body.
I felt like I was getting closer to him to the warmth of his voice, his touch, and the way he looked at me like I was the thing that mattered. "Let go, " Sylus whispered in my ear, his lips touching my skin. "Just feel me." The sound of his voice made me feel hot instantly. When I looked at him again, his eyes had. I saw desire in them as he watched me react to his touch. Just looking at him made my heart beat faster. Sylus's hands held my thighs a bit tighter as he got closer to me, his touch firm but careful, like he wanted to be as close to me as possible. "Look at me," he said softly, his eyes looking into mine. "I want to see how you feel."
The way Sylus looked at me made my breath catch. I felt warm in my stomach. My fingers curled into the sheets tightly while Sylus kissed his way lower, descending until he was settled between my thighs. It felt like he was undoing me with every slow touch. A low, guttural groan escaped my lips. "Oh, God," I gasped, my head falling back. " Perfect...," I gasped softly as his words of praise sent heat rushing through my body, embarrassment and desire tangling together until I could barely think straight.
"I crave you in ways that sound unhealthy when said out loud."
His deep voice was clearer above the music when he said those words, and those were enough to make me forget everything for a moment as I processed it. The way Sylus watched me. Like he was completely addicted to every sound I made. Made my stomach tighten. "Fuck…" Sylus's voice came out rough against my skin, thick with desperation and need. "You taste amazing, " He said. The words pulled another breath from my lips. His grip tightened slightly against my hips as he held me in place, completely focused on me as if nothing existed. Every touch, every movement felt deliberate like he was learning exactly how to unravel me piece by piece.
"That's it," he murmured huskily when I trembled beneath. "Don't hold back, " Sylus told me. My fingers tangled helplessly in the sheets as pleasure curled tighter and tighter inside me, making it impossible to stay still. Every breath left me shaky. Every touch pulled me deeper under him. When Sylus's fingers brushed teasingly against me, my body reacted, my back instantly arching slightly at the sensation. The contrast between his touches and the intensity burning in his gaze made my entire body feel overheated.
I could barely breathe properly anymore. The tension inside me kept building until it felt unbearable, my pulse racing wildly as soft sounds kept slipping from my lips, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back.
He noticed immediately. I felt Sylus shift slightly, touch growing intent as his voice softened again, grounding me through the haze in my head. "Come for me, " He urged quietly, the words sending another wave of heat through me. "I've got you, " Logan said.
The reassurance in Sylu's voice nearly undid me on its own.
His hand slid soothingly along my stomach while he held me together and pulled me apart at the same time, watching every reaction on my face, like it meant something to him. The way he looked at me. Completely consumed by me. Made the last thread of control slip through my fingers.
His shoulders pushed my thighs apart as he kissed his way down again, his eyes never leaving mine. The way he looked at me made me feel hot inside, like he wanted me so badly it took my breath away. Sometimes his touch was gentle. The next moment it was like he was consuming me. The pleasure kept building up inside me, certainly until I could hardly think straight. My body just reacted to him wanting more of his touch. I was not ashamed to show it. I was breathing softly, making little sounds as he touched me.
Sylus was watching me closely, like he was trying to remember everything about me. One of his hands was moving gently over my stomach, which helped me feel a little better, even though the rest of him was driving me crazy. It was weird because he was being gentle and rough at the time, and it was almost too much for me to handle. A soft, messy moan escaped my lips as He held my thighs a little tighter, then leaned down and kissed me softly, which made my body feel really hot. "Say it again," he said softly against my skin, his voice low and rough. "Say my name."
"Sylus-s..." The way he looked at me when I said his name almost made me lose control. He kissed me gently after that, which made me feel a little better. He kept touching me, making me feel more and more pleasure until I was shaking.
By the time he stopped, I was breathing hard, trying to catch my breath, and my knuckles were white from my hard grip. Sylus got up. Turned off some more lights. I was watching him, and all I could see was his bare chest, my marks on his back, nails, scratches, and dragging down like a canvas painted red, and his legs still in his trousers. I saw the lines of his body in the dim light and the way his jaw was clenched like he was trying not to lose control. I saw the hunger in his eyes. It went away when he looked at me.
My heart was beating fast, trying to stay calm, and music was changing swiftly, but all I could think of was him... I was staring at the ceiling at the moon carved in it and mirror pieces engraved in it reflecting the mess I was in his bed. He removed his leftover piece of clothing as, Sylus came closer, taking my hands gently in his, squeezing them softly.
"Careful, baby. You keep looking at me like that, and I'll forget how to behave." He whispered. His face changed, and I saw something deeper in his eyes, something real. "I do not know if I can control myself, but I will try my best."
This made me feel alluring and captivated in that moment. He settled between my legs. I could feel his warmth all around me. Even though he was moving slowly, I could feel the tension in his body like he was holding back for me. Then he leaned down. Kissed my forehead and then my lips. It was slow and gentle. "Are you ready?" he whispered against my mouth, his voice rough while his hands held me like I was something. "Yes..." I held his gaze, trusting him as his one hand held mine and the other gripped my thighs. Pain shot through me all of a sudden. I let out a broken gasp. Tears filled my eyes, and my fingers got tight around Sylus's hands. "Ah—" my breath caught sharply. He stopped moving away. "Shh, I am here, Ella.." He said a word under his breath and put his forehead against mine. He was breathing hard like he was trying not to rush. Instead, he just stayed still. " Take a deep breath in and out..." Held me gently, giving me time to get used to him.
I could see the tension in his jaw in the dim light. His hands were gripping mine tightly like he was trying to keep us both grounded. "Fuck…" he said quietly, his eyes dark with desire that he was trying to hold back. "You are really tight." The way he sounded so vulnerable made my chest feel even tighter. I could feel him trying really hard to be gentle, even though his whole body was shaking with the effort of staying in control.
When I took another breath, the hungry look on his face changed to one of concern. "Hey," Sylus whispered, touching my knuckles with his thumb. "Look at me." I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, seeing his expression soften. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, looking at me carefully. "Do you want me to stop?" He did not move, he just stayed still and waited for my answer. His hands held mine securely, like he wanted me to know that I was in control.
I buried my face in his crook, tears flowing as the pain pierced my body. My tears fell on his skin as I sobbed again. Every time I breathed, it felt weird. I was stuck between feeling sad and feeling like Sylus was around me. "It hurts, " I said quietly, my voice trembling. My fingers held him tightly, clinging to him with all my might. "My mind is confused. I can only think of Sylus. How does he make me feel like this?"
My voice broke, and that seemed to affect Sylus as he took a sharp breath in and put his arms around me even tighter. He held me against his chest like he was scared I would get away if he let go. I could feel Sylus' heartbeat under my cheek. It was beating fast and unevenly, loud, the kind of rhythm that made you feel alive again. For the time that night, the tough, cold man above me looked like he did not know what to do. "It is okay," Sylus said softly against my hair. His voice was lower and gentler than I had ever heard it. "I know, baby. I know."
The way Sylus spoke made me want to cry. The way he kissed my forehead, my cheeks, and the corner of my mouth slowly. Every kiss felt like he was saying sorry for the pain he could not take away.
"I have got you,"
He said again in a low, hoarse voice full of restraint, which was like a soothing balm on my aching soul, this time, he really meant it. " Breathe with me." His hands moved slowly on my back, calming every part of my body that was shaking. He stayed still for me, fighting against what he wanted to do. I could feel his muscles get tight under my fingers. He did not rush me. Not even once. "You are doing well," Sylus said quietly, touching his nose to mine. "So good, for Me...." Here he was, holding me like I was something that might break.
Something special to him. Only that belonged to him.
Tears slipped down as he pulled me closer, he closed his eyes as if my pain was hurting him. When he looked at me again, I saw a lot of emotions in his eyes, something like guilt, desire, craving a depth in those dark orbs I couldn't tear my gaze away from....
"If I could take your pain away, I would." his lips grazed my ear as I felt every fiber in my body being lit on fire. I felt my eyes shut his low, deep voice was doing something to me...Even I couldn't name it. "I promiseI would, " he said.
"Jus-t Make this pain go away-y " my voice, which was barely above a broken whisper, burned a fire within him. His eyes flashed with a mix of tenderness and dark desire as he felt my nails dig into his back. The pain only spurred him on, making him want to claim me completely. "Fuck," he growled lowly, beginning to move inside me slowly but deeply as I felt every inch of it, my back arching off as my eyes filled with tears, mixed with pleasure. "You feel so good wrapped around me." His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my movements as he set a steady rhythm. Each thrust was deliberate and controlled, designed to build pleasure instead of pain. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
"I'm going to make you forget everything but this," Sylus promised darkly. His lips captured mine in a searing kiss, swallowing sobs and moans alike. He could feel the moment the pain melted away when my body started moving with his instinctively, instead of shrinking away. As the pain melted into a pleasure, breathless gasp, and moans just whispering his name just for a moment, my gaze met his, and it was almost as if it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever experienced. Sylus's breath caught in his throat as he felt my body come alive beneath him. He reveled in the way I moved with him now, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts eagerly as the night swallowed me whole before I could think twice about it, blurring all the lines between him and me as the music slurred into the background and my thoughts.
—————X——————
I felt him stir before I heard his arm around my waist tighten, instinctive and possessive. The pull was immediate and resolute, even before he was fully awake. I noticed the change in his breathing as consciousness settled in. He blinked awake, those heavy-lidded, warm eyes focusing on me. When they did, something relaxed in his face, as if he had been searching for something and found it without effort. "Morning, gorgeous," he said. His voice was rough and low, still caught in sleep. The sound sent a shiver down my spine before I could react.
I didn't answer right away. I was still looking at him. Evidence of last night marked his skin in ways I felt strangely proud of. The bite on his throat, darkened in the morning light, the trails from my nails that ran down his shoulder and across his back. It was as if I had held on too tightly and didn't care about the cost. His skin was warm; those marks stood out like something endless. I sensed his gaze following mine. A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, slow and satisfied. This was the specific smirk that showed he already knew something and was ready to enjoy revealing it.
"Like what you see?" His voice dropped lower. "You left quite the evidence, you know." He pressed his lips to my forehead before I could reply, nuzzling into my hair as if that was just what he did in the mornings.
It felt so ordinary, like I was his.
That warmth made my chest tighten.
"You hunted me down like a beast," I muttered against his collarbone. "I am sore." His smirk widened. I felt it against my hair before I even saw it, a slow, self-satisfied grin. His eyes sparkled with something between mischief and pure pride.
"And you loved every second of it," he declared, not as a question but a confident statement, as if he had all the proof he needed. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. He wasn't wrong, and we both knew it. That was the most inconvenient part of this whole situation. His fingers moved then, trailing slowly along my side, following the curve of my waist before pausing. His fingertips rested gently against one of the marks he had left on my hip, fingerprints of the holding bite marks in the inner thighs as if the hunter devoured a meal. That same hand, which had been anything but gentle last night, was now barely touching me, careful and almost hesitant. The contrast made something tighten in my throat.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough," he said, his voice softer now. The mischief faded, revealing something genuine and unguarded beneath. His eyes found mine and held them. For a moment, he just looked at me, like he had last night in the dark when everything else had disappeared. "What are you looking at?"
He grinned like a kid with mischief in his eye, "Just thinking about how delicious my feast was last night, sweet and-" I placed my hand over his lips, eyes widening with embarrassment, "Shut up." I darted my gaze away as he kissed my inner palm, sucking and nibbling over it, feeling every part of my body light alive as chills ran down my spine. "What- are you doing?" I managed to say, trying to pull away with the last bit of sanity I had left in me. "Nothing, just playing around, he said, letting go of my wrist and placing a soft kiss over the knuckles, his eyes closed briefly.
I looked back at him, taking in the marks on his throat that I had made. He leaned closer, making a soft gulp go down my throat. Even after everything, the effect he had on me was almost like a spell cast by those dark orbs.
"Loving you feels like standing too close to a fire and wanting to be burned anyway."
He whispered into my ear as if it were a truth. I noticed the careful weight of his hand against my side and the way he watched me, as if my answer truly mattered to him. Beneath that satisfied grin was a man who had been paying attention the whole time and still was.
"You're either going to be the death of me," he said quietly, "or the reason I lose control entirely."
He was quiet for a moment, his thumb moving slowly back and forth against my side. That unreadable look stayed in his eyes. Something was there that I couldn't quite name but recognized. " Why are you quiet? You are insufferable sometimes... so damn sly...." I hit his arm, trying to hide away all the heat crept up my neck... It was the same thing I was trying not to name in myself. Then the corner of his mouth curved, softer this time. Less of a smirk, more something else.
"Maybe both," he said, pulling me closer in that embrace that felt like the safest place in that moment... I never wanted to wake up from this dream of happiness. I was so content, but as it's said, nothing lasts forever, and as for me, is a person like me even worthy of it? I want to be greedy.... But can I be greedy of your love, Sylus? Would you still love me even after knowing all of me? even if the sparks faded away?
Will you...
Love the real Me?