like my scars aren’t even there, like I’m the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.
He stands and up runs his hands up and down my stomach, slowly tracing my scars. I want to flinch away, but I don’t move. He backs me up to the bed and lowers me down on it. “I don’t fall in love, Princess, though with you, love isn’t a strong enough word. You own me, consume me; you’re my every thought. You silence my demons when I’m with you, and you also make them kill for you.”
I shiver at his words and watch as he brings himself on top of me, kissing over every scar that mars my body; he takes away the ugly and creates beauty.
His body descends on mine, and he worships me. I have never had sex like this before, with light, feather kisses being placed all over me, and smoldering mouth kisses that would make my knees go weak if I were standing.
He enters me slowly, and it’s nothing like we have ever had before. He looks me in the eyes and brings me up to a sitting position. I wrap my legs around him and set the pace; I can tell he is new to this, as well. We are people who usually just fuck, nothing more.
He looks me in the eyes while making love to me, and I see him, I see the man that hides himself from other people.
It’s beautiful, it’s passionate. I don’t know what to call it; I’ve never had it with a man before. Though some would call it making love, I would call it consuming my soul.
––––––––
H e pulls out of me, and I collapse on top of him. I can hear his heart beating like crazy and wonder if mine sounds the same. I feel his hands go through my hair and start pulling it out of its braid. I’m too tired to move, and really don’t want to, until I realize I will have to at least make an appearance again downstairs.
I get off Stefanos, stand up to grab my dress and shimmy back into it; Stefanos watches me do this and raises an eyebrow.
“I’m going to have to make an appearance.” He gets what I am saying, stands, and dresses, as well. When we are dressed, we head back downstairs with his hand possessively on my hip.
I find my father first, talking to Roberto. Father looks at me and shakes his head. “I see you found yourself a keeper there, Stefanos,” Roberto says to him.
“Oh, yes, and I am never letting her go.” I smile at him. Usually that would be cause for a punch in the face, though I think I will allow his possessiveness for the time being.
“Krinos, it was a pleasure meeting you, my dear, but this old man is off. I will see you in the near future for business.” I nod my head at him, and he leans in and kisses both my cheeks before he shakes Stefanos’ hand and leaves. I turn to my father and see him staring at me.
“I’m proud of you, Krinos. Roberto is a tough man to win over, and he was in awe of you.” I smile up at him and cuddle my father. “I love you, baby girl,” he whispers into my hair. He pulls back and looks at Stefanos.
“I can see that you have deep feelings for Krinos, but beware, Stefanos. I love you like a son, though she is my daughter; I will kill those who hurt her, and that includes you.” My father is scary man when he wants to be, and when he talks in Greek, and sternly, he is even scarier.
“I know, Kontos; she owns my soul. I don’t think I will receive it back anytime soon.” I smile up at him, and he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I can see that, though I would still be afraid if you fuck this situation up. It’s her you will have to be afraid of, though,” my father says, bidding us goodnight as he walks away.
I walk up to bed and let Stefanos undress me; there isn’t much to take off, though. He places kisses on my back as he removes my clothes. I climb into bed and wrap the blanket around myself, watching as he undresses then climbs in next to me. He sees me watching and lies down so we are face to face; he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me on my lips. We fall asleep facing each
He stands and up runs his hands up and down my stomach, slowly tracing my scars. I want to flinch away, but I don’t move. He backs me up to the bed and lowers me down on it. “I don’t fall in love, Princess, though with you, love isn’t a strong enough word. You own me, consume me; you’re my every thought. You silence my demons when I’m with you, and you also make them kill for you.”
I shiver at his words and watch as he brings himself on top of me, kissing over every scar that mars my body; he takes away the ugly and creates beauty.
His body descends on mine, and he worships me. I have never had sex like this before, with light, feather kisses being placed all over me, and smoldering mouth kisses that would make my knees go weak if I were standing.
He enters me slowly, and it’s nothing like we have ever had before. He looks me in the eyes and brings me up to a sitting position. I wrap my legs around him and set the pace; I can tell he is new to this, as well. We are people who usually just fuck, nothing more.
He looks me in the eyes while making love to me, and I see him, I see the man that hides himself from other people.
It’s beautiful, it’s passionate. I don’t know what to call it; I’ve never had it with a man before. Though some would call it making love, I would call it consuming my soul.
––––––––
H e pulls out of me, and I collapse on top of him. I can hear his heart beating like crazy and wonder if mine sounds the same. I feel his hands go through my hair and start pulling it out of its braid. I’m too tired to move, and really don’t want to, until I realize I will have to at least make an appearance again downstairs.
I get off Stefanos, stand up to grab my dress and shimmy back into it; Stefanos watches me do this and raises an eyebrow.
“I’m going to have to make an appearance.” He gets what I am saying, stands, and dresses, as well. When we are dressed, we head back downstairs with his hand possessively on my hip.
I find my father first, talking to Roberto. Father looks at me and shakes his head. “I see you found yourself a keeper there, Stefanos,” Roberto says to him.
“Oh, yes, and I am never letting her go.” I smile at him. Usually that would be cause for a punch in the face, though I think I will allow his possessiveness for the time being.
“Krinos, it was a pleasure meeting you, my dear, but this old man is off. I will see you in the near future for business.” I nod my head at him, and he leans in and kisses both my cheeks before he shakes Stefanos’ hand and leaves. I turn to my father and see him staring at me.
“I’m proud of you, Krinos. Roberto is a tough man to win over, and he was in awe of you.” I smile up at him and cuddle my father. “I love you, baby girl,” he whispers into my hair. He pulls back and looks at Stefanos.
“I can see that you have deep feelings for Krinos, but beware, Stefanos. I love you like a son, though she is my daughter; I will kill those who hurt her, and that includes you.” My father is scary man when he wants to be, and when he talks in Greek, and sternly, he is even scarier.
“I know, Kontos; she owns my soul. I don’t think I will receive it back anytime soon.” I smile up at him, and he leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I can see that, though I would still be afraid if you fuck this situation up. It’s her you will have to be afraid of, though,” my father says, bidding us goodnight as he walks away.
I walk up to bed and let Stefanos undress me; there isn’t much to take off, though. He places kisses on my back as he removes my clothes. I climb into bed and wrap the blanket around myself, watching as he undresses then climbs in next to me. He sees me watching and lies down so we are face to face; he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me on my lips. We fall asleep facing each
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