He stood up, and his hand reached out for hers, fingers wrapping around it. Ira turned, her head tilting up as her eyes widened in surprise, "Tristan-"
He pressed his lips against hers, his fingers intertwining with hers. His free hand cupped Ira's chin while he parted his lips against hers. He groaned, eyes fluttering as she followed suit, his tongue tasting hers wantonly.
He felt fire from the cut on his lip, a searing pain that only pushed him further, taking as much of her flavor as he could. He pressed her body back against the wall, his hips pressing against hers. She wrapped her right leg around him, forcing him to ground himself harder against her. Her nails dug into the back of his hand as she burned against his skin, the cold melting away.
He pulled back and hissed in delight as her teeth dug into his lower lip, his eyes fluttering at the sensation. She was intent on claiming him, and the agony from her teeth caused his hips to grind against hers. Those throbbing movements let her know precisely what she was doing to him.
When she released his swollen lip, he buried his face against her hair, his breath hot and damp against her ear, "I think you know what I want to do, Ira." His voice was low and heavy, his hand trailing down along her neck. They caressed languidly between her breasts, curves slowly being exposed as his fingers parted the red silk.
She licked her lips, chuckling between gasps "I don't think I gave you permission..."
He groaned and pressed his lips against her neck, his tongue leaving little licks before his teeth ran along the sensitive flesh. He took utter joy, hearing that soft squeal from her, his hand stopping its journey at the sash, barely holding her robe together. A laugh deep was in his throat before he whispered against her neck, "You're right; I'm so rude..." His head moved up, his lips danced along her ear, making her shift against him as he whispered wetly, "May I fuck you, Ira?"
Her eyes widened with scandalous faux surprise. "Here I was expecting an undeniably romantic, cheesy line." She shuddered, her body arching against him, her nails nearly ripping the skin from the back of his hand. "Instead, you talk dirty." She took shuddering breaths, her body flushed, "You're no angel at all."
He flinched, feeling her nails before grinning, enjoying the surprise in her face and the delicious agony she gave him. His hand ran along her stomach, still teasing along with the sash, "I never said I was. Do you want me to beg?"
A whimper escaped from her lips as they parted, her eyes lidded as she gave in to her need, her thighs twitching, "As tempting as that is...I can't wait." Her voice trembled, and she moved her hand from his fingers, pressing the palm against his flushed cheek, "I need you."
That trembling whisper traveled into her ears like the sweetest melody.
Those three words held him, comforted him, and loved him.
Ira needed him.
His vision blurred, his eyes growing wet as he tried to fight off tears. He nuzzled against Iras' hand, kissing it as he freed her from the sash. The red sea of a robe split open, her body gracing him, "I can't be completely selfish." His hand moved up, trailing along her searing skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He cupped one of her delightful and substantial curves, his palm rubbing against her hardening nub, making her gasp at that sensation. His trailed between her thighs, fingers gently delving into that sensitive and heated valley, "I want to make you sing first."
Her head leaned back, a cry escaping her lips, her single arm wrapping around his neck, "Tr-Tristan!" She held him tightly against her, her heel digging into the back of his thigh as he put everything he learned about her body to good use. Her hot breaths and mewls spurred him on, and he closed his eyes tightly, feeling her dripping against his long digits as he stroked along molten heat. She burned with each caress of his fingers, her voice reaching newer heights as he delved into her sensitive, quivering depths.
He bent his knees, lowering himself to hold her up. His lips replaced his hand at her breast, kissing along the curve before suckling greedily at the erect nub against his tongue. Her hand curled up against his hair, gripping the damp strands tightly, possessively, and he groaned against her breast. She tugged at his hair, his name a soft chorus, and each chant encouraged his passionate touch until she gasped sharply, taking a sudden intake of breath. She dangled just over the edge, her toes cramping before every released. She screamed out that highest note, the cascading waves of ecstasy coursing through her.
He shivered at that thrilling cry, his effort rewarded with her singing for him, her body blessing him. He lifted his head from her heaving chest, slamming his lips against hers, savoring her lust as she shook and squeezed the sensation out of his fingers. She was coated with a thin sheen of sweat, her skin shining like deep bronze as she panted against his lips. He pulled back, smiling at how delighted she was with him, "You're so sexy, babe."
His fingers pulled away from that drenched and trembling valley. He stepped back to quickly pull down the uncomfortable tight fabric separating him from Ira's sight. He bared all he had to give to her, letting her appraise him as much as she wanted, "Do you like what you see?"
Her voice still had that rasp and tremble in it, a vibrato as she cooed, "I love it. You never cease to impress me, Tristan."
His lithe, carefully sculpted body and his angelic peach-flushed face, belied the heated, intimidating, and throbbing shaft between his legs.
He was perfect.
Her hair was matted against her skin, her thighs still twitching, and she looked up at him, her ruby eyes wet with passion, "I can't wait. Come to me."
Tristan pressed his body hard against hers before lifting her against that wall, his right hand smearing juices along her skin as he gripped the back of her thighs. Her legs wrapped around him, her arm pulling him close. He bit down on his bottom lip, the slight pressure of his teeth clearing damp lust from his mind, "F-fuck, Ira, I need...we should probably get a condom-"
He couldn't even finish, her heels digging into his backside, commanding his body to bury himself deep inside of her.
She gasped, gritting her teeth as he opened her wide. The pressure changed that gasp into a low hissing moan, her nails digging into his upper back. She pressed her heels harder, forcing him deeper, deeper until every inch was right where he belonged. Breathless moments passed before her voice returned, "Like this...I want you like this. Nothing between us, ever."
Tristan's fingers dug into the wall behind her, the haze returning, consuming any doubts, any hesitation, any precaution.
She needed him.
No one else needed him as much as she did.
He pressed his forehead against hers, panting and trembling in her tight, molten embrace, "God, I love you." He kissed her, lapping at her lips before he groaned, "Fuck...Ira, I love you."
Blood seeped around her nails as she clawed into his back, making him jerk hard into her. Stars glittered before her eyes as he knocked deeply against her depths. She panted against his lips before swallowing slowly before she found her words, "I know! I-I love you too."
That sweet pain made him thrust into her, his voice coming out between shuddering breaths, "Th-this is all I have to give you..." He looked into her eyes, a tear falling, pleasure, and pain dancing alongside shame in his nerves.
She cried sharply, feeling him throb inside of her. Her toes curled, her voice punctuated by hard gasps, "I don't care. All I want is you."
"Then keep me." He buried his head into the crook of her neck, feeling her hair coil around him, "And don't let me go."
Her nails ripped along his skin, long fiery marks, blood leaking down his pale skin. As the delightful agony coursed through his nerves, her whisper crept along with his ears, sultry and wet, "I promise. I will never let you go."
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