EDEN: Steamy Forbidden Pleasures
He fucked me senseless across the room, against the floor-to-ceiling window, city lights witnessing as he slammed in from behind, hand over my mouth to muffle screams; on the plush rug, animalistic and raw, nails raking his back; finally on his lap in an armchair, face to face, slow and deep, his scar brushing my cheek with each grind.
"You're not leaving after the debt clears," he whispered during a rare pause, nipping my ear lobe, drawing a bead of blood he sucked away. "This is forever now, pet. My twisted little shadow."
Toxic love coiled around us, dark and intoxicating, the party's distant laughter a mocking backdrop to our moans.