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the feeling of him on top of you, pressing his weight into your body, would never get old.
his skin was practically glued to yours, his hair dangling down from the sides of his face and brushing up against your cheeks. it was so soft, unlike the rest of him, all sharp edges and gruff words.
his forearms pressed deep into the pillow under your head, caging you in between them, framing your face in front of his. you hold on tightly to his biceps, gripping him like he was your lifeline, just reveling in the moment.
your noses brushed together as he looked down to where his chest was pressed against yours. his grunts filled your ears, making you feel even more desperate for more of him. as if that was even possible.
"taking it so good," he whispers, "how a slut like you should."
you almost roll your eyes. even when he's like this, giving it to you oh so sweet, he won't let down his walls. has to remind you that you're his, one way or another.
he leans down to bite at the lobe of your ear, afterwards pressing a kiss to the junction of your neck and jaw where your pulse is. he moves to the opposite side of your neck, doing the same exact thing, as though he's grateful for the blood coursing through your veins. thanking you for being alive, for being his.
he begins marking you, all over your neck and down to your collarbones.
"mine," he says quietly, over and over with each hickey he puts on the surface of your skin. "all mine."
he shifts his weight to his right arm to bring a hand to your neck, running metallic fingers down the column of your throat.
"so delicate," he comments, all the while, he still keeps fucking you in perfect rhythm. he moves slowly, making sure you feel every single inch of him between your legs, deep up against your cervix with every thrust.
his hand comes down to press on your abdomen, a reminder of his place inside you, where he belongs, before moving down to rub your clit.
"you need me," he begins.
"yes," you whine. "always need you."
his fingers move in circles, feeling so heavenly against you as he continues, "you're mine. I'll kill anyone else who tries to come near you, you know that?"
he's serious.
"please," you whine.
"yeah? you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, voice rumbling in your ears. you feel the vibrations in your chest as he speaks, "you like being mine, my pretty little thing to do with as I please, hmm?"
he can't help himself. he keeps going.
"that's right. only I can fuck you. and I bet you'd like me to, even when I have a dead man's blood on my hands, wouldn't you?"
god, you think, he's gonna be the death of me.
you let out an embarrassing moan, beginning to squirm as you get closer. your hand on his flesh arm digs deeper into his muscle, your other hand coming to dig your nails into his back. he can't possibly get any closer to you right now, almost his entire weight on top of you, and yet you try anyways to pull him in, as though to become one.
he groans at the feeling of your nails scraping his skin.
"harder," he grunts. you dig your nails deeper, scratching up his back.
your breath quickens, the feeling of his voice, his fingers, his dick, all culminating to bring you to your release.
"please, I need to come," you whine. "can't wait."
"that's right, I control you, isn't that right? you're a little slut desperate for permission to come, my permission, huh?"
"yes, yes," you whine, willing every muscle in your body to just relax as you stave off the inevitable until he tells you it's okay. "please?"
"that's it, do it, come on. soak my cock, baby, for me."
your whole body tenses as you clench down on him, your nails finally drawing blood from his back and his arm as you dig in deep. he lets out a noise you've never heard before, and the mix of the pain and pleasure finally sends him over the edge. your stomach warms with the feeling of him coming deep inside you.
his sole arm holding him up gives out, and he lays on top of you, practically crushing your ribs. but it's him, and it feels so good, so you don't care to tell him to move.
after a few moments of heaving, trying to relax into the sheets, he adjusts to hold himself above you again. he brings a thumb to wipe a drop of blood from his right arm where you broke his skin. he shoves his thumb into your mouth, tasting the metallic of his finger and his blood at once.
"fuck, good job, baby. that's it, you're mine. all mine, forever."