Page 16 of Forever and Always
He growls. “You too, little prince. Where’s your bed?” He asks, as he picks me and cradles me in his arms.
I point to the stairs leading up to my loft bedroom, and Darke carries me up, his muscles flexing effortlessly as he moves.
“This door right here,” I whisper into his chest. He kicks the door, and we enter.
Darke walks over to my bed, with white sheets and lays me down, his eyes never leaving mine.
He tears my shirt off, growling. I throw my shirt on the carpet.
Darke looks at my small fit frame. He puts a finger on my small biceps than his, and trails it down. I moan by his touch.
“Little prince, you have no idea how beautiful you are,” he says.
I look at him at he towers me with his muscular frame. His tattoos on his biceps. “I like your body too, beast.”
“I’m glad you like my body, little prince,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. “I’ve been working hard to impress you.” He flex his muscles to show me.
I blush, a rush of excitement within me. “You’ve definitely impressed me, Darke,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Darke grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want to impress you, body and soul.”
“Beast…. just kiss me, please,” I plea to him, wanting my lips on him already.
Darke leans down and kisses me, my lips crashing against his with a hunger that can only be described as animal of need. He responds eagerly, his hands running through my hair as we devour each other’s mouths.
“My beast,” I say in a whisper, my voice thick with desire.
“My little prince,” he says with a growl, cupping his cheeks in my hands.
I hesitate for a moment before finally asking, “Do you have a condom?”
He smiles at me before reaching into his jean pocket and pulling out a condom. “I do,” he says as he tears it open and roll it onto his cock.
“You ready for this?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Fuck yeah,” I say with a grin as he pushes me onto the bed, lust in both of our eyes.
We kiss deeply as I position myself so he can enter my ass – feeling him hard and ready beneath me. With one thrust, he’s inside me – the feeling of his dick filling up around inside my ass.
“Darke….,” I moan out loud.
“You’re doing so good, little prince,” he says thrusting inside me slowly.
Then we quicken the pace. We smell of sweat and sex.
“I got you,” Darke whispers with a growl.
We move together in a frenzy of passion and lust – our bodies colliding over and over again until finally he come undone beneath me.
* * *
After I made him come with his cock an hour ago, we lay onthe bed. His hands stroking my dirty blonde hair. I look at his pattern of his tattoos on his biceps. I want to know how he got them.
I carefully look at him and ask, “How did you get your tattoos on your biceps?”
Darke’s eyes cloud for a moment, and he pauses, his hands stilling in my hair. “I got them in prison,” he says finally, his voice low and rough.
I look up at him, surprised. “Prison?” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.
