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loudsuitlover · 4 years

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Doctor Harry III. Grito por dentro

HARRY’S POV

After Gemma called me, I tried to fight that longstanding negative feeling that finds a home at the pit of my stomach every time I talk to her. I’ve given up on trying to identify the nature of my own feelings, especially when they come from my sister or my past. I settle with knowing they’re not good. I really don’t want to go to Bellamond now but I can’t tell her that. I could never tell her or my mum that because they don’t deserve that. I feel like an spoiled brat every time I even think about it. I need another drink.

Danny’s been telling us about this girl he met last week for about fifteen minutes and at this point I don’t even know who he is trying to convince about the fact that he doesn’t miss his ex. We all know he does but it’s not my place to tell him that. He can try to fool as many people as he wants.

I hear him say something about how his apartment seems a lot bigger now when I think I see Sorry walking up the few stairs on our left. I frown. Am I going insane? Sorry is 21 years old and a student. I would have never made it here when I was 21 but then again I never had her face. I reckon if she wanted she could easily get inside, she just had to look at the doorman the way she sometimes looks at me and the man would even carry her inside on his shoulders. That’s the kind of eyes she has.

Danny grins at the girl who leans on the bar to order a drink and I smirk myself. He misses Cristina but he doesn’t deserve her. Danny’s my friend so I won’t say I’m happy that Cristina left him- because I’m not- but if Cristina was my sister, I’d be proud of her. That’s all I’m saying. He leans on the bar next to her and attracts his brother’s attention and only when the girl looks up at him I realize who she is. I then know that was definitely Sorry.

“What were you going to order?”

“Professor Gibbins.” Olivia smiles at him and I know my friend is smiling back even though he’s giving me his back. “Gin and lemon, please.”

Danny is very professional and I know he’d never cross that line with any of his students but Olivia is one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen and I know Danny thinks the same way. She shows Danny her perfect white teeth as she smiles before her grey eyes focus somewhere behind me and I see Indigo’s friend, Marie, holding Indigo’s hand as they both make their way towards the dance floor. I follow their route because my eyes can do nothing but follow Sorry. She wears a back fringe skirt and a matching top and even though I can’t see her fully because of the people standing between us and the fact that she’s moving, I can tell she’s showing the skin of her belly and half her back for the top ends where her ribs do. I wanna see her closer.

Next thing I know is Olivia’s disappeared from the bar because she just joined Sorry, Marie and Jason who was standing there on his own it seems. The four of them are talking and then I watch Sorry’s face contorting before her hazel eyes scan the crowd until they set on mine. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck bristling. She wears red lipstick.

INDIE’S POV

“Oh boy, you’re wasted, Indie.” Jason holds my shoulders as he makes me look into his eyes. “Do you want to get some fresh air? Maybe eat something?”

I shake my head. He has very beautiful eyes and he’s a fairly handsome man. His blond straight hair is now shorter than ever and his green eyes stare into mine.

“Jason”

This time it’s me who holds his shoulders as I make sure I have his whole attention.

“What?”

“If David hurts you, you would tell me, right?”

It’s very dark in the club, especially where we are standing now, but I can still tell he’s frowning. He takes a deep breath. We never talk about this. Every time I bring the topic up he gets defensive and we end up fighting. I know he doesn’t like to talk about it, but it’s precisely his reaction that makes me worry more. I do not want to anybody to hurt any of my friends and I reckon abusive relationships might be harder for us straight people to recognize on gay couples but God knows I know what I’m talking about and Jason does too.

“Jason, if he hurts you, I will kill him.”

I get ready for him to scold me for having insinuated that but to my surprise his lips tremble and he hugs me close to his chest. I feel his strong arms wrapping around my body and I rest my cheek on his chest but he doesn’t give me enough time before he pulls back.

“You’re tiny next to him, but I appreciate it, Indie.”

He grins at me and I smile back. My mood changes like the path of a leave falling from a tree in autumn. I might be a little drunk. I follow Jason’s moves and face my friends with a big smile but my eyes inevitable fall on Harry’s again. Danny, Mario and Harry himself joined us a while ago and both Ollie and Marie seem to be having fun with them. It surprises and pleases me on equal parts how Marie is letting go tonight and as I carefully watch her the corner of my lips turn into a smile. I still feel Harry’s eyes on me and it’s really making me nervous. I feel like I could puke but it’s not because I’m disgusted with his attention. Not at all. On the contrary, I think my entrance is somewhat slippery. I feel myself blushing.

“I’m going to order another one.”

Jason’s hand stops my arm and I glare at him. I frown and pull out of his grasp and he sighs again.

“I liked you better when you were a drunk like me and the girls.” He rolls his eyes so I go again. “David’s turning you into some boring guy without personality. It’s pathetic, really.”

I knew if I made him mad, he’d let me go. I walk towards the bar as I hear him calling Marie’s name. He thinks I need a nanny? I’m not even that drunk. Plus, I just wanted to get away from them and from my mentor’s stare. It’s embarrassing for me that he sees me like this if I’m being honest. He probably thinks I’m some pathetic girl trying to play the adult, or worse that this look is too much for me. I did tell Olivia it was.

I lean on the bar and wait for the waiter to look at me- I’m going to order a drink now, to piss of Jason and to stop overthinking- when a hand rests on my back. My head turns on a second and my eyes stop at the green of his. He looks cheerful and amused as usual as if he didn’t have one single worry on his mind.

“You’re wet.” He notices.

Great, in addition to pathetic girl who isn’t hot enough to wear skirts this short, I’m sweaty. I run my hand across the skin of my back he just touched and my mouth frowns on a grimace of disgust. The way he’s looking at me though… He seems amused but I’d swear there’s something else on his eyes, something darker, as his eyes roam my body from my shoulders to my heels.

I feel myself getting hotter and I think I just blushed again. I can feel my face and my neck on flames. I can’t understand why it affects me so much. There are handsome men everywhere but it might be the way he looks at me or his carefree attitude. I don’t know. It’s pathetic.

“You haven’t talked to me all night.” He confronts.

Is he hurt? Is he asking for an explanation? I just shrug. I don’t know how to tell him I’ve been avoiding him so as not to get soaked through my underwear. My eyes fall down to his exposed chest. The first few bottoms of his shirts are undone so I can almost see his chest and I’m surprised- and turned on- when I see some ink. I didn’t think he’d have more tattoos than the little black cross he has on his hand but I can’t control my tongue licking my own lip as I imagine how many more he might have. He looks incredible. What a body, what a face, what a mouth, what a man. I need to leave.

“Do you come around here much?”

Are we doing this?

“No. You?”

“I don’t go out much at all.” He shakes his head.

I can’t believe how of all the women I’ve seen around here. He’s giving me his time. I nod.

“What did you want to order?”

I want to tell him I don’t need him to order my own drink but the waiter shakes his hand so I choose not to mention anything. I wouldn’t have gotten his attention faster.

“Bulldog and tonic.” I tell him.

I watch mesmerized how his perfect white teeth break through his thin pink lips and I wish I could kiss them. What?

“That’s a good choice.” He compliments. “And a bottle of water for me, thank you, Sam.”

Horrified, I see him getting his wallet out from the pocket of his black pants and I stop him.

“No, no, no.” I raise my hand. “I pay for my own drinks.”

He grins.

“I don’t doubt it but let me pay for this one. Please.” He insists.

I shake my head. I will not let him pay for such a expensive drink especially when he has just ordered some water. Moreover, I’d pay for his drink too and if he wants a real one, I’ll offer too.

“Come on. You’re celebrating tonight. Your group’s formation. Take it as a birthday gift.” He smiles. He really is charming.

“But it’s not my birthday.”

He shrugs but ends up paying and I start doubting whether he just wanted me to pay for my drink for that reason or whether he is one of those idiots that now think we have some sort of deal. I can’t even believe I’m big-headed to think he’s trying to flirt with me. He hands me my drink and smiles widely.

“It’s got grapefruit.” His eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, that’s how you drink it.”

“It’s a bitter taste. Not everybody likes it.”

“I do.”

As if trying to prove a point I bring the glass to my lips and take a sip holding his gaze because I really am drunk. I shouldn’t even be drinking this but I’m really enjoying the way his eyes drop to my mouth. His breath seems to get caught on his throat and his nostrils flare if only a little. I feel a drop of gin falling from my thick upper lip to the bottom one and his eyes darken. I bring my fingertips to my lips and touch them once before I suck them inside my mouth. Am I making Harry nervous? The only thought makes me smirk and his green eyes move from my mouth up to my eyes.

“Thanks for the drink.”

I try to walk away but his hand wraps around my wrist and stops me. I feel an electric rush between my legs. He’s very close when I turn around and his musky scent makes my knees go weak.

“You’re leaving already?” His raspy voice makes me dizzy. “Indigo, do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

I don’t like the way his usual cheerfulness seems no to be on his eyes then. What sounded like a teasing question to me ended up sounding sincere and making him look even vulnerable to me. Did I make him feel left out? I feel my heart falling to the pitch of my stomach and I almost caress his cheek to reassure him that I very much like it when he’s around. Long Way 2 Go by Callum Knight sounds on the background.

“No.” I answer sincerely.

My movements are very gushy and I end up throwing some of my drink of my cleavage. Harry’s eyes widen as they set directly on my breasts and his lips part. I feel my entrance reacting to the way he’s taking me in. I don’t know whether I’m going insane or whether he really is staring at my body like that. I need to find out.

“It’s very cold.” I start and his breathing gets worked up. “But I think I didn’t stain the top, did I?”

I move closer to him showing him my cleavage. I can hear him breathing despite the loud music. I can’t take away the longing that he’d press me against the wall and press his body against mine. What’s happening to me?

“No, you didn’t.” He answers. “It looks incredible on you.”

“What? The gin?” I smile showing him my teeth.

“That too.” He chuckles. “But I meant the colour.”

“It’s black.” I frown.

“I know. I don’t know what I’m saying.”

We both chuckle at that and I tack a strand of my wavy hair behind my ear in a nervous tick.

“Do you always wear your hair up to the hospital?”

I just nod.

“And down when you go out?”

“That depends.” I shrug. “But most of the time, yeah.”

“You’re stunning with your hair down.”

I blush but just like knifes, the first notes of Calling cut me deep and hurt me like it’s the first time I face this. My lips part and my drink falls to the floor breaking into tiny pieces at both our feet. My eyes fill with tears.

Can we freeze karma and surrender our rights and wrongs?

I run.

HARRY’S POV

I run after her. I have no idea what just happened, there’s no way she took my compliment that badly. But I’ve never seen a woman running faster on heels and I’m afraid she’s going to fall any minute because she drank and she’s on top of those things that make her legs look endless but could get her killed too.

“Indigo!”

I follow her outside of the club and can’t barely keep my eyes open under the rain. It’s pouring rain but she doesn’t seem to mind as she keeps running. For a moment I think she might be running from me until she stops at the roadside edge and bends her chest over, resting her hands on her knees before she’s puking.

“Shit.”

I didn’t know she was that drunk. I don’t want to intrude but we’ve spent almost 6 hours together for the last two weeks and we’ve seen all sorts of things and she knows I’m a doctor for God’s sake so I approach her and grab her hair on a ponytail with my hand, resting my other hand on the exposed part of her back as she throws out.

Fuck, she’s frozen. We left in such a hurry none of us took our jackets. Her phone is ringing on her little purse that rests against her buttocks and mine starts ringing too.

“Danny”

“It’s Olivia.” She sounds worried. “Are you with Indie?”

Indie. I like the way it sounds. I nod but she can’t see me.

“Yes, yes I am.”

“She’s with Harry.” She says but I know she’s not telling me that. “Where are you guys?”

“We’re outside. She’s… Um, I think she doesn’t feel well.”

“Oh, I see.” Olivia takes a deep breath. “But… How long have you been outside?”

“Not that long. She just… I mean I’ll let her tell you herself but she’s throwing up.”

“Oh, fuck. Mmm… But how is she?”

“Puking, Olivia.” Is she deft or just drunk as fuck?

Indigo stands up and rubs the back of her hand against her lips before she holds her other hand out silently asking for my phone. I hand it to her.

“I’m going home.” She tells her.

She presses the phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she looks for something on her black purse until she takes a small package of tissues out and grabs one, cleaning her hands and her mouth.

“I don’t want to go back inside, Ollie. No, I’m good, I’m good. I had a lot of fun tonight. I don’t want to talk either. I just… I don’t feel well. I obviously had too much to drink.” She chuckles a little but I think she has been crying, even though it could also be because of the effort of throwing up. “No, Ollie, really, it’s fine. Plus, I’m with Harry… I’ll call you tomorrow. Listen, could you please grab my jacket? I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

I have been so focus on her conversation, trying to understand what just happened, that I kind of forget it’s raining but as soon as she hangs up and dries my phone with another tissue before handing it back to me, I realize I have water on my shoes.

“I’m so sorry that you had to see all of that.” She gives me a broken smile. “And I’m sorry that you got all wet because of me too.”

I don’t think she knows how incredibly sexy she looks right now but between her wet skin, eaten by goose bumps because of the cold, and the way her hazel eyes look even bigger I couldn’t look away even if I tried to.

“Do you want me to go get your jacket?”

She shakes her head.

“I can’t lend you mine… Because I don’t have one.”

She chuckles.

“That’s okay.”

For a few seconds we just stand there looking at each other. I don’t know what she wants me to do. She just told her friend she was with me. Does she want me to take her home?

“Bye, Harry.”

She waves her hand goodbye in front of her face but I frown.

“Where are you going?”

Her hazel eyes investigate mine and she bites her red bottom lip. She shrugs.

“Home.”

She lives about thirty minutes by foot from here. I know because I dropped her off there a few hours before.

“Do you want to share an uber?”

Her house is not on the way to mine but I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I left her go home alone, especially looking the way she’s looking and after she threw up. She shakes her head.

“I want to walk.”

I have a look at her feet. She’s wearing high heels and it’s raining. She wants to walk on high heels for thirty minutes under the rain with no coat on and no umbrella. I frown.

“But it’s raining.” I argue.

“But I don’t want to go home.” She confesses.

“Come over to mine.”

I can tell that took her as a surprise. It honestly took me as a surprise too but I hope she doesn’t reject me.

“I don’t want to impose.”

“Impose? I’m inviting you over.” I sound pathetic. “I don’t… It’s not… We won’t do anything.” I regret my words as soon as I hear them.

Her mouth reminds me of my mum’s homemade little donuts. I swallow.

“Are you hungry?” She asks instead.

I shrug.

“There’s a pizza place opened at Sanbad Street.”

I start walking on the direction she just said and she walks next to me. We walk in silence for the first few minutes. I’m dying to ask her what the hell is going on, whether this is her usual Friday night, why she doesn’t want to go home, why she left in such a hurry; but I don’t know where to start and I don’t know whether she would even tell me.

“Harry” I look at her “can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“How come you don’t have a girlfriend?”

My eyes set on hers and I watch her cheeks turn pink. Fuck, she’s adorable. When did she find out that’s an issue for me? It must be just a coincidence.

“Because you don’t have one, do you?”

“Of course I don’t have one.”

I shrug but I catch her little smile from the corner of my eye.

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” I fire back.

She shrugs too. I see the small pizza place less than five meters away from us and I’m glad to realize it’s completely empty. I open the door for her and she smiles to the pizza guy who smiles and nods at her before his eyes set on me. I understand he’s jealous but he could be more subtle. I can read the question on his face. How did he end up with her?

Indigo orders a bottle of water and tells me she’s not really hungry. I chuckle and order a piece of pizza for myself even if I’m not hungry either but it’s the only way we could take a seat here without having the nasty look from the pizza guy on us. Even though I think he wouldn’t mind it if Indigo sat here even if she didn’t order anything at all so he could look at her.

“I had a fight with my mum.” Indigo tells me before I can ask anything. “That’s why I don’t want to go home.”

I nod. She still lives with her mum.

“What happened?”

I look into the hazel of her eyes and I swear I’ve never seen a prettier thing. She talks to me as I devour my pizza.

“She… My parents are divorced.” It sounded as if she just remembered that and I nod because what she just remembered is that I didn’t know that. “My dad lives in Capitol and my mum lives here in Grad with my siblings and me.”

“You have siblings?” I ask.

She nods, smiling.

“I have an older brother and a younger sister.”

That time is me who nods. I think she can tell I don’t want to talk about my family and I appreciate her respect.

“My mum has a boyfriend now and don’t take me wrong, I’m very happy for her. She deserves to be happy but… Her boyfriend has a house in Portugal and she wants us to go there for the summer holidays and I… I don’t want to go.”

Her beautiful eyes beg me not to ask more on that and I respect that just like she respected me seconds before.

“I’m not asking her not to go, you know? I’m an adult. I can stay here on my own or I could even stay with dad if she didn’t want me to stay alone. I’m just asking her to understand and I really don’t think that’s too much to ask for.”

“Maybe it’s important to her that you go there because she wants the whole family to be together.” I shrug.

“There are other places to be together.”

Her lips are set into a thin line and her eyes are harsh. I don’t want her to get mad at me. I don’t know why she doesn’t like Portugal. I’ve never been but I’m sure it’s a very nice place.

“Why don’t you like Portugal?”

Her eyes set on her thighs and I regret having asked her that. I feel like she’s closed like a shell.

“Indie!”

We both look up and I see Marie kneeling down hugging Indigo. Indigo’s face is turned to me but her eyes are shut as her cheek rests on Marie’s shoulder. A few seconds later, Olivia enters the pizza place catching her breath. She mouths a silent sorry to me and I frown.

“I told her not to come in” Olivia tells Indigo with clenched teeth.

“No, it’s alright.”

“You can sleep at our place if you want. You know that.” Marie tells her.

She nods and smiles.

“Can you girls wait outside?”

“But I want some pizza.”

“We’ll have a sandwich at home.”

Marie carries Olivia outside while the blond one pouts dramatically staring at the pizzas.

“Forgive her, she’s still drunk.” Indigo smiles. “I just wanted to thank you for being with me and for the way you’ve treated me and to apologize again. I’m sorry I ruined your night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” I smile at her.

I very much enjoyed this pizza and this conversation.

“Are you going home with them?”

Sorry nods.

“Good.”

I have a look at her friends. We can see her discussing through the glass. Indigo chuckles.

“Indigo” Her hazel eyes look into mine “Can I ask you to text me when you get home?”

Her face lights up and I can’t help but grin. The spark of her eyes has just come back after it went away inside the club before she ran outside and I followed her. She opens her purse and get her hand inside.

“Of course.”

She hands me her phone and I save my number before I grin and give it back to her. My heart is beating fast against my ribs.

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lethe-distillery-blog · 5 years

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Perfect

I had just sat down at my desk, the cold drizzling weather outside making the morning a bad one, I hated being cold. It was the worst, took one the better part of the day just to warm up even slightly, and by the time I felt at least somewhat back to normal, I would have to go back out in it to go home. I shivered, and wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders, doing my best to ignore the cold as I logged into my computer in my regular morning ritual. Time to get started for the week. I looked around the bare office, my coworker and boss didn't ever really show up on time, it was nice to get started without a distraction. I took a deep breath to get started and smelled, coffee.

I froze. I hadn't gotten coffee, a fact I had been cursing myself for as I had been settling down to start my day. But there, on my desk, was a steaming, to-go cup of coffee, the small writing on it read my regular, one cream, one sugar. I frowned but the shadow over me made me jump. Spinning I grabbed the pen from my desk for self-defense, not that it would do much, really, but it made me feel better. I stopped mid-spin, squinting and then blinking. The dark purple on black making him appear almost like a shadow, a figment of my imagination. But no, he was real, he was here."What," my words tumbled over themselves, making me sound clumsy and stupid, "are you doing here?"

His deep purple tie caught the light causing the silk to glisten like an amethyst on a nest of black satin. He was wearing what was affectionately called his 'Dom' outfit; a full black suit, crisp and precise, the only color on him was the tie, the gunmetal tie clip, pocket watch, and cufflinks, and the platinum signet ring that he wore on his right pinkie. His long hair was loose about his shoulders, beard trimmed close, and his beautiful grey eyes glistening like dark steel set in his features. "Coming to see you," his voice was rich and complex, an old-world sound, if he ever claimed to be an ancient vampire, or god, I would never have cause to doubt him. He held a grace that barely varnished an animal like feral instinct, an intriguing dichotomy that affected me more than I would ever want to admit to. It was like he was always one step away from breathing poetry to me in that succulent voice of his or ripping me to pieces. It was titillating. His lips found mine, and I savored the softness of his full lips, and the rich taste of whiskey as my arms, unbidden, wrapped around his neck in reaction to him. "Of course."

I shuddered, unconsciously pressing against him, closer to the warmth he radiated, a silent confirmation to his promise to me, that he would always keep me warm. Normally, I was too stubborn to let his sweet honeyed words affect me, but today, of all days, and with it raining, I liked his presence here, a solid comfort that had never faltered in his affection for me, no matter what I had done. I gave myself to this sensation, pressing myself to him, as his arms wrapped around me and his lips teased the top of my head in soft kisses as he breathed me in. It felt so right it scared me, a deep thing that knew that this was wrong, and yet, every other part of me gave myself over to him willingly. I was indefinitely screwed. And when he tilted my chin to look up, I didn't fight even though I knew what was coming.

Our lips met in a heat of passion, I can't deny that I joined in, warming myself before the blaze of us. I threw myself, without reservation, into the flames and savored him. Our lips pressed so hard together that I was sure my lips would bruise while our tongues danced a furious pace inside our mouths. Our moans synched, I could feel my body reacting to him, the heat that pooled in my belly and started spreading out and pooling at my core. I desired him, against all sanity and reason, I craved him and his touch, and there was no way to miss the bulge against my tummy from where his own desire was rather obvious.

I pulled away, breathing hard, trying to calm my raging hormones. "We can't," I hissed, "everyone will be coming in soon."

He leaned in and kissed me properly, keeping his arms wrapped around me, making sure to keep me pressed to him, and not the desk. Something he had started to do since I made the off-hand mention of men pushing women against cold hard things like walls and desks. It was sweet, in a 'he listens to me' sort of way. Our lips tangled again and he sat me up on the desk and I moaned as he stood between my parted legs, his growing erection rubbing where I ached for him most. My skirt provided a laughable amount of protection, my underwear even less so. "I will have you," his voice shook slightly, slurring slightly on the startings of a growl as it invaded my ear, "and fuck anyone that thinks they can stop me."

I knew he wouldn't stop, and that, in its own weird way, was nearly an aphrodisiac. That insistence, that desperate hunger, that need, for me. He slid his hands under my skirt, sending electrical jolts through my body as his large hands slid over my skin, possession in every touch, desire sparking like a live electrical wire. And when he took my panties. I nearly came right there from the shock of the cool air over my hot, wet folds; that, and the anticipation of what was coming didn't hurt. I knew how savage he could be, how hard he would take me, and how thoroughly he would satisfy me. It was like a drug.

I spread my legs, opening myself up to him and murmured a single word. "Please."

He didn't disappoint. He barely pulled his slacks down far enough to free himself, there was something sexy about a man that went commando. He pressed the head of his cock into me, I groaned as it spread me deliciously, just like I knew he would. He stopped though, tormenting me with just the throbbing tip inside me. "You know I respect you, right?"

The question confused me a bit. He was the most respectful man I knew, demanding, but respectful. "Yes." I paused, "why?"

His eyes flickered, appearing to lighten to nearly mercury, "Because," his voice took on a low growling cadence, "I am going to fuck you," he slammed into me, jarring my hips, my breasts bouncing within my bra. I cried out in pleasure and wanton hunger, his voice invading my head. "Like I don't." True to his word, his hand took hold of my throat and he thrust into me again, pleasure ripped me apart as he took full control of our play, I couldn't even thrust back against him.

Every thrust was a hard jerk into me, harder and deeper than the last. My silk bra was grating deliciously against the hardened nubs of my nipples, my body spread around his invading member, tightening down on it sending jolts of pleasure through me with every thrust. My cries echoed about the office, I was unashamed of my need for him, my desire for his claim. I needed him, I wanted him. I felt my own pleasure rising, overwhelming me until there was nothing but pleasure, and him. Again and again he thrust into me, jolting electrical sparks of white-hot desire through me, around me. Oh Christ, it felt incredible. A sharp pleasure-pain at my neck told me that he had sunk his teeth into my skin, my entire body shuddering and shaking beneath him. I was so close, his snarls and growls driving my further, closer. And finally I came, hard, in a way that no one but he ever managed to make me.

It consumed me in overwhelming desperation, I screamed out his name as I splintered apart around him. He kept thrusting, driving me higher, my climax crashing around me until I feared that I would be swept away with it. Finally it abated, but the pleasure was still there, his hair was pressed to his temples by sweat as he thrust into me, his eyes were nearly unrecognizable as human. "Turn over," the words came out as a snarled command and I obeyed, eager for the position change to my favorite. I turned, keeping him inside me, and positioned myself over my desk, hot, eager, and ready. I thrust my ass back against him, satisfying myself at his snarled groan.

There was a sharp smack, a burn of pleasure from across my ass cheek from where his hand had connected. Pleasure sizzled through me. Everything burned, everything made me ache more and more for him, and the chance of my boss or coworker coming in, only made it hotter. I cried out as he thrust into me, his arms solid on either side of me as he thrust hard, his hair teasing the nape of my neck. I thrust back into him, harder, eager to please him too. Another sharp smack, my body hummed, Christ, he felt so good. I felt my own climax coming again, a peak from the heavens, a pleasure in which none but he brought me to this quickly, or this hard. It was insane what he did to me, how desperate he made me.

"Cum for me baby," I wasn't sure if he understood me, he seemed to go feral when we had sex, the veneer of refinement ripped away to show me the beast that lurked beneath. "Cum for me, oh gods, you're so beautiful when you cum for me." And he was, he was pristine perfection, he was the god, and I was unworthy of him, and yet, he worshipped me, wanted me, needed me. I screamed out as I felt his thrusts growing erratic, his cock swelling and jerking, and I timed my climax with his. My scream resonated with his howl as we reached paradise together.

He had barely managed to get out before my coworker arrived, they could have even passed each other on the way out, at six foot four, he tended to stand out, even without his exquisite dress. It was my fault though, I had kept him, I hated to see him leave, even though I hated him coming too. I sighed, conflicted, and sat down at my desk. My hips ached deliciously, and it was only after he had left and I had gone to clean up did I notice he had taken my thong. I shivered as traces of pleasure rippled through me and I looked over and smiled, warmed by the sight of a single sterling rose on the desk, the purple a pale hue of silver glistening with water on the petals. It was accompanied by a note and I read it before I smiled lifting the rose, breathing in the sweet scent and kissing the petals, wishing it was him.

The rain didn't bother me so much as I worked my way home, my spirits light. Even the cold couldn't get me down, my warmth radiated from within. I shuddered though, remembering the feel of his hands on my skin, my desire peaking yet again, I needed him, I wanted him. It was crazy, and still, I wanted him. I came close to the door and hearing the general chaos within I smiled as I remembered the note.

"My Beloved,

I know that you don't celebrate your birthday much, but I value them because they remind me of when the gods blessed me with you. When they sculpted you of flesh and bone as easily as the masters make their own works of art. I know that this isn't much, but I know you loathe me spending money on you, so, this will do, until the project I am working on for you is completed.

Eternally yours."

Even though it wasn't signed, it still rang of him, in his thoughtful ways. I opened the door to the general chaos of home, the children playing chase in the small space, likely trying to burn off excess energy since it was miserable outside. My husband looked up at me. "Hey, glad you're home. How was work?" Perfect.

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