Gothikana

by RuNyx

He smelled of dangerous adventures and coming home, of heartache and nostalgia.

His eyes had been whispering dirty things that made her skin flush just imagining them. His eyes were what she imagined on her when she touched herself in the shower, just his eyes, watching her as he did. She’d never felt it for a man who hadn’t existed between the pages of a book. Raw, animalistic attraction, that’s what it was.

A firm grip on her chin turned her face, her eyes locking with his

“Things like my fist in your hair and my tongue in your mouth,” he told her harshly, the lines of his face strained. “Things like fucking you in front of the boy who held your hand, just to tell him you’ll never be his. Things like bending you over my desk after class and telling you to wrap your lips around my cock like you do with your pencil.”

She was suddenly out of her seat and over him, her skirt pooling around them, her braid fisted in his hand, tugging her head back as his mouth opened over her neck. He licked the line of her neck, the wet trail of his tongue making a gush of liquid fire pool between her legs, right where she was pressed against his bulge,

“Build your castle,

he told her quietly as they both watched the view outside. “I’m not moving anywhere. Build your castle as fucking high as you want.”

His grip on her chin tightened, pulling her face up, his other hand cupping her ass in a proprietary gesture. “I would’ve thrown him off this mountain rather than have him on it, little crow.

He wrapped an arm around her, tugging her into his body and pushing her chin up, her head tilting back as he leaned down. “Understand this, Corvina. I don’t know how this thing between us changed and I don’t care. You’re not alone. Not anymore,” he said patiently, his eyes fierce. “If something like that happens, you tell me. If you need help, you tell me. If you need comfort, you tell me.

You need a devil to fight your demons because you don’t want to fight them alone. You’re self-sufficient but you don’t want to be. You want that beast on the throne who would take charge for you,

Dear God YES

The pride in his eyes at seeing her in her element made something inside her burst with joy, straightening her spine a little more, tilting her chin a little higher, making her smile a little brighter.

She wanted him to be proud of her as she was of him, wanted him to look at her and see a talented, passionate girl and not the hot mess she mostly was.