Warning:-This episode contains dark romance, explicit sexual content (18+)
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He lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist on instinct.
The kiss deepened, his tongue claiming every corner of my mouth, dragging a soft whimper out of me. I didn't open my eyes afraid that if I stopped, if I even blinked, this feeling would break.
But when I finally did open them… we were already in the bedroom.
He laid me down on the bed, hovering above me, watching me with that look...like he needed permission to lose control.
I nodded once. That was all he needed.
His mouth went straight to my neck, licking, biting, punishing me softly as he whispered for more.
His hand slid behind me, fingers on the zipper of my dress.
He pulled it down slowly. I let him. The fabric slipped away, leaving me in only my underwear while he was still fully dressed.
"Your turn," I whispered, opening his buttons one by one.
He stripped in seconds, tossing his clothes to the floor.
His body was all sharp lines and tight muscles; when I touched him, he actually shivered.
"Elina," his voice broke slightly, "tell me this isn't a dream."
I grabbed his hand, placed it directly on my breast.
"It's not," I whispered.
His mouth crashed onto my skin immediately....kissing, sucking, claiming,
while his hand squeezed my breast, the heat of his touch melting straight into my bones. I wanted more.
I wanted him everywhere. And somehow he understood.
My bra came off in one swift tug, and he took my breast fully into his mouth, his other hand kneading the other.
A moan slipped from my lips.."ahhh..!"
sharp, helpless, real.
I needed to feel him too.
I slid my hand down, touching the hardness straining under his underwear. He groaned, deep and broken.
That sound alone undid me.
I pushed off my own underwear, tugged his down too.
His eyes darkened when he saw how wet I already was.
His hand slid between my legs and he pushed two fingers inside
so suddenly I gasped, arching into him.
He froze.
"Tell me to stop… if it's not okay."
"Ahha!..No..! Ohh..!! You....." I breathed. "I...i..want you... Fully. ..and consciously."
Something in him snapped.
He moved harder, deeper, pressing his mouth to mine then to my breast, switching between them like he couldn't decide what part of me he wanted more.
My nails scraped down his back, leaving red marks--evidence of everything he was making me feel.
And he kept going...
His breath hitched when my nails dragged down his back, and instead of slowing,
he pressed even closer, his body caging mine completely.
His fingers moved inside me with a rhythm that made my legs tremble around him.
"Mr. Psycho A…" I whispered without meaning to.
He paused only for a heartbeat..just enough to look at me, eyes blown wide with something raw and dangerous.
"Say it again," he murmured, voice low, almost a growl.
I swallowed, my lips brushing his jaw.
"Psycho A…"
That was it.
He pulled his fingers out slowly..too slowly and I almost cried at the empty feeling.
But then he aligned himself against me, the thick, hard length of him pressing right where I needed him most.
"Elina," he breathed into my ear, "once I start, I won't stop."
"I don't want you to stop."
He pushed.
A deep, sharp stretch made my breath break in half, my back arching as he filled me inch by inch.
He groaned against my neck, the sound rough, like he was fighting himself not to lose control all at once.
"Fuck… you feel too good,"
he whispered, struggling to hold still.
I clenched around him unintentionally, and he cursed again...low, dangerous.
Then he moved.
Slow at first, deep enough to make my toes curl.
His hands held my hips like he was afraid I'd slip away.
But when I moaned his name again, something in him shattered.
His pace changed...harder, deeper, claiming every piece of me.
My body reacted without shame, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more, for him, for this feeling drowning me completely.
His mouth was everywhere..my lips, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts..like he wanted to memorize my entire body with his tongue.
My hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin.
"Ahhhh!!!… You ..please..."
He cut me off with a kiss that wasn't gentle. It was wild. Possessive. Like he wanted to swallow the sounds I made.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested on mine, both of us panting.
"Look at me," he whispered.
I did.
His eyes were dark, fevered, holding a thousand emotions I couldn't understand.
"I warned you I'm not good," he murmured, thrusting deeper until my breath stuttered. "But I swear… I'll never hurt you."
His hand cupped my cheek.
"And I'll never let anyone else touch you."
The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver straight through my spine.
And then he drove into me again, harder, making me cry out, my body arching as the pleasure built dangerously close.
After some moments his movements slowed, becoming deeper, more deliberate...like he wanted to feel every breath I took beneath him.
His hand slid up my side, gentle despite the heat in his eyes.
"Elina…" he whispered, voice unsteady. "Don't look away."
I kept my eyes on him, and something in his expression cracked...fear, longing, something raw.
"You're too quiet," I breathed, brushing my fingers along his cheek.
He leaned into my touch like it steadied him. "Because I'm afraid," he said softly, pushing into me again, slow enough to make me gasp.
"Afraid this… you… will disappear."
My heartbeat stumbled.
He wasn't a monster, not a cold shadow,
he looked like a man terrified of losing the one peaceful thing he'd found.
His fingers threaded through mine, gripping a little too tight.
"You're the only thing that feels calm in my whole chaotic life,"
he murmured, lips brushing my jaw.
"Do you even know what you're doing to me?"
His words hit deeper than his body.
I pulled him closer with my legs, letting him sink fully against me. "I'm right here," I whispered.
His breath trembled.
His forehead touched mine as he moved with a slow, aching rhythm that made my whole body melt.
His thumb stroked my cheek, gentle and almost desperate.
"Elina…" he breathed, voice cracking at the edges. "Stay with me tonight."
I kissed him...soft, lingering, answering before words.
His hands tightened on my waist like he was terrified I'd slip away.
"I won't leave..." I whispered against his lips.
And he smiled...not charming, not dangerous. Just real..
"Thank you," he said, kissing me again, deeper this time.
"Just… don't let go tonight."
And I didn't.
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