Be My Slave (Måneskin Fanfiction // Damiano Victoria Ethan Thomas)

number 39: love

no starting credits lets just read the chapter,

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Content Warning: graphic sex

I hold my breath. Waiting for him to say something was killing me. I closed my eyes. I realized I was squeezing the bedsheet under my hands. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't had the right to catch feelings. I'm sorry." I said slowly when he didn't say anything for more than a minute.

"What?" I heard him say slowly. I wanted to look at him but I was also so damn scared. I didn't answer to his question. I didn't had the strength to repeat my words.

"What?" He said, this time slightly louder. I didn't reply. I kept my eyes closed. I felt tears coming down to my eyes but I didn't let them run. I didn't even knew why I felt like crying. I just felt broken. As if every part of my body had been thrown away into a different ocean and now it was impossible to fix, re-build me.

I felt the bed move behind me as he moved his body. I felt his fingertip on the back of my waist.

"June..." he whispered. "Did you tell, what I heard?" he asked. His finger softly touching my skin was making my body burn. I realized I was wrong, I was not impossible to fix. He was the only one who could fix, however.

"I did." I hardly said. I felt his hand on my arm. He pulled me back to the bed, he made me lay down and he leaned on me. He was holding his body on top of mine by placing his hand right near my head. I felt my heart beat faster than ever. I looked into his eyes, without feeling guilty, for the first time in a while. I saw the dark in his eyes. He looked like he had lost his conscience.

"Do you have any idea how many times I imagined you say this. But I never thought I would fucking hear you say it. You acted like you hated me June."

He looked angry, more than anything. 

"I was afraid." was all I could say before I felt he kissed me with rage. For the first time, I didn't know what I was supposed to do in bed. Usually, my body took over the control, not letting me think. But now I had so much going on in my mind, that I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do.

When he pushed his tongue in my mouth, all I could do was to greet it. We were practically both naked so we took our time to kiss. I wrapped my arms around his body, scratching his skin with my long nails.

I moaned when he fucking bit my lips. I looked into his eyes, I felt him smirking while kissing me. He did that a lot sex and I loved it. 

He grabbed my waist with his two hands and he carried me on top of him, now he was laying down and I was sitting on his boxer shorts. I leaned on him and started to kiss him. My hair was running through my back and touching his body. I felt his hand reach to the back of my bra. I expected him to unhook it but he pulled it to two sides, tearing the hook apart. 

He threw the bra away and started to feel my breasts. Now I had stopped kissing him. I put my hands on the wall behind him and above the bed frame. This way, his face was closer to my chest. He started to kiss, suck and squeeze my boobs. He was also biting time to time, which I enjoyed.

I changed our position, he still was laying on the bed but I was now laying on my chest, closer to his boxers. I took them off.

I heard him breath fast and moan time to time as I was giving him a blow job.

After we made each other suffer for a little longer, he gave me what I wanted. He pushed himself inside me. I was laying behind him now. He supported his body with his one hand and he put the other to my cheek. 

"I missed you," he said. I looked at him and smiled. He gave me a kiss on the lips before hardening and fastening his moves. Both our screams filled the room.

I didn't know what we had next, but I enjoyed our sex. I enjoyed when he started to play with my clit with his tongue. I enjoyed when he squeezed my hips, I enjoyed when he wrapped his hand on my throat, I enjoyed when I tied his hands to the bed frame, I enjoyed when he kissed my tattoos, I enjoyed when I made myself a map in this body by drawing a line between his tattoos by licking them.

I enjoyed when he whispered: 

"Sii il la mia schiava."

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Me casually writing a rough sex scene at 10.47 am is something else...