He gently opened my legs apart and leaned down to lick my clit. My body shook with thrill and fisted the bedcovers. He then looked at me asking for the go-ahead and I nodded at him eagerly.

He gave me a lopsided grin and after that I felt him sink into me. I groaned in pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him push and pull in my core. My eyes closed as I savored his cock wet me with a new pleasure, making my toes curl.

“Enjoying, so far?” he murmured huskily through laboured breaths in my ear.

“Yes.” I whispered with my mouth parted slightly, as he rode me, savouring every inch of my core.

He bit my ear playfully asking me, “Why haven’t you screamed my name, woman?”

“Have you told me your name?” I snorted, my mind wrapped around in a fuzz of sexual pleasure.

“You haven’t asked me.” He pointed out.

“I thought they didn’t bother knowing people’s names who did love-making here.” I replied, with a matter of fact.

“I care.” He said as he gently lifted himself from my core, careful not to hurt me, from his sheer strength. My core was sore from the sex but I wasn’t tired. This surprised me.

I raised an eyebrow at him, challenging him. “No.”

He gave me a devilish grin that made my core quake in pleasure. He bit his lip and studied my face before moving his eyes to other parts of my body. His gaze then rested on my breasts, before meeting my eyes. “I can assure you, I’ve other devious ways to make you tell me your name woman.” he said seductively.

I stared back at him in a challenge, as I sat up on the bed using my elbows. I wasn’t afraid of a challenge. I wasn’t afraid of him. Why should I be the one to tell my name first?

“Is that your final answer?” he mused, a hidden agenda behind his lopsided grin.

“Yes.” I said folding my arms over my chest in defiance. His eyes caught that movement and I saw something animalistic form behind them.

“Oh, woman... You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” he said shaking his head at me.

Before I could tease him what he meant by that, he grabbed me and pushed us both on the bed. I shreiked in glee as he cupped my breasts trailing hot sloppy kisses on them. My pelvis was hot and wet liquid began to ooze in my core. I couldn’t get that feeling out of my head.

I wanted him. I wanted all of him in me.

“Do you know what I am going to do to you?” he asked me softly.

I shook my head no, feigning innocence.

“I am going to fuck you hard, that you’ll beg me for more.” He replied. My skin became hot and it was as if it was only the two of us making pure, endless love in this world.

No one else mattered. Nothing else mattered.

Just him and I and hardcore -

“Fuck..” He teased and toyed with nipples leaving tiny bite marks. He then squeezed my nipples and I cried in a lustful haze. He chuckled and then placed hot kisses on my left shoulder blade.

I felt his teeth graze my skin and yelped in pain. “Sorry... did I hurt you?” he pulled away, looking in my eyes scared.

I reached for the spot with my hand and winced when I felt a tiny amount of wetness graze my fingers. Did hickeys pain? “I want to check this in a mirror.” I said, uneasily. I was partially curious how a hickey looked and if this is my first time having one, I needed to get a first hand look at it if I wanted to have another.

“Sure.” He said, in a guarded tone and I wondered if his change in demeanor was because he’d hurt me unintentionally. He gently guided me to the tall mirror placed on the other side of the bed. It was covered with a black silk cloth for some reason I didn’t know. He removed the cloth revealing our reflections in it.

I covered my breasts with my hands as red covered my cheeks. Too ashamed of my nakedness, I cast my gaze to the floor.

“Hey,” He said gently causing me to jump as he was standing behind me.

I looked back at him as he grabbed my shoulders turning me to face him. I noticed the genuine, non-judgmental expression on his face.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of your nudity, love. It’s just a mirror.” he said. “Besides,” he began and that devilishly handsome smirk was back on his face. “A mirror would love to stare back at your divine body.” With that, he turned me towards the mirror. “Those golden hued eyes have so much secrets and beauty of an amber.” he pointed to my reflection and planted a soft kiss on my head.

“Your small and curvy nose is cute like a button,” he teased, earning a giggle from me. “And your freckles are like a fairy godmother’s magic dust for Cinderella’s dance to the ball.”

He then ever so softly, run his fingers across my breasts, making the nipples stand taut. “Ah...” He breathed, not taking his eyes off them. “Any man would want to touch these taut buds.” He stroked them circularly with his thumb, ever so slowly, earning a moan from me.

His hands slid down my stomach and I shuddered. He bent on his knee and looked up at me, asking for confirmation. I nodded. He inserted two fingers, in my core and I moaned, closing my eyes. His fingers went deeper and drew circles in my sweet spot, making me grip his hair in ecstasy. “I can keep going if you want to... that is if you don’t reveal your name --”

“Ruella.” I said, moaning.