My heart burned.

Burned from his touch, burned from his love.

I couldn't get enough of him.

The soft kisses, his milky skin. My fingers trailed along every inch of his body, tracing every line, every scar.

His body making no movement, not even a flinch as I went over the stab wound from months prior.

His skin was hot, enough for the heat to travel through my body, increasing my own body heat.

His sweet whispers felt like sins against my ears, and when I felt the touch of his hand, my body collapsed against his.

From my neck to my thighs, his fingers travelled around me, caressing my skin as he replaced them with his lips.

The kisses, so soft, so gentle.

I felt my mind go, so lost in the feeling of him against me, his sweet sweet love.

"That's it my love," he breathed out, his hands roaming my body as he went deeper with each thrust, his calloused knuckles brushing against my thighs, and I tightly shut my eyes, the pleasure so intense I couldn't take it anymore.

"Kye-"I managed to breathe out, and his face went to the crook of my neck, gathering my hair in his fist as he kissed my skin.

"You feel so good," he whispered against me, "you're so perfect." His last words came out in a breathy moan, his body tightening against me.

His names escaped from my mouth as I tried to suppress my moans, and I could feel that he was close.

He twitched inside me, and I felt him groan against the skin at my neck, his teeth brushing against my now sore skin from his kisses.

My legs tightened around his waist as I tug my heels into his lower back and my nails into his shoulders.

"Fuck Aliyah," he grunted, "keep doing that."

I obliged, not from his words but from the intense pleasure he was giving me and I couldn't help but let my legs shake against him.

His hand reached overtop of me, grabbing the head board as he slammed it into the wall with each thrust, his other hand lying on my waist tightly.

Soon, his fingers were traveling up my waist that was hoisted up against his torso, and he quickly put my feet on top of shoulders.

A soft moan escaped my lips, my body aching with need, and with so much desire as grabbed my legs, his pace picking up as he neared his edge.

A sudden flip of our bodies made me let out a surprised gasp.

My legs were situated on both sides of his waist, his hands tightly wrapped against my body as he pulled me close to him, both of our naked chests touching as he moved his lips to my ear.

"Fuck me Aliyah," he breathed, "fuck me like the good girl you are."

I clenched my thighs around his body as he said his words, and he smiled lightly.

"That's it pretty girl," his hands moved to my ass as he gripped it tightly, urging me to move against him.

I didn't waste any time by moving my hips against him, and I felt him slide deeper than he did before, and my knees buckled against the pleasure.

He held me up as I tried to move faster, our bodies were so close together that my breasts were squished against him, and I noticed how he looked down more than usual.

When he groaned he put his head against the headboard, his mouth opening and closing as the pleasure consumed him.

I moaned out his name again, my insides clenching against him as I felt myself near my finish.

"I'm so close," I said to him, and he moved my hair out of my face.

"Wait for me," he replied, "we'll cum together."

I nodded slightly, my eyes tight as I tried to hold myself together.

It was faint, but I could hear the soft moans escaping his mouth, and when he gripped my hips hard, I knew he was seconds away.

"Now," he gritted out as he let his head fall to my shoulder, pulling me closer than ever before.

I tangled my fingers in his hair as I moaned his name out loudly, my release hitting me hard as I squirmed against him.

He didn't let me move, and he thrusted his hips up when I stopped moving.

"Fuck-" he muttered out.

I felt myself go limp against him, and my arms holding him tightly.

He still kept me close, and I'm not sure how long we sat there.

He slowly moved me over to his side, getting up quickly and coming back with a warm wet towel.

He parted my legs for me as he cleaned my thighs, and he gave me a long kiss on the mouth.

When he came back he put the blanket over me, grabbing me close again as he moved my hair out of my face.

"I missed you," he said to me, and I snuggled against his chest, his body heat keeping me warm from the cold air.

"I missed you too," and I felt my eyes close, his fingers tracing small circles against my back.