Please?

Please?

Hey, I'm yours! She almost let out but she bit it in. Instead, her cheeks colored as she stared back at him. " Do you even need to ask?" She whispered back, her heart racing.

His lips twitched, his eyes glinting. " No, I don't." He murmured back, his lips descending on hers. Maya's eyes fluttered close as she kissed him back. He straightened to his full height, towering above her as he joined her on the bed. Inundanted by him, she clung to him, wrapping her hands around his neck.

One strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pushing his head closer as he explored the depths of her soul. Her entire body was on fire now. She was burning for him.

He pulled away just a little, to catch his breath. She was panting as well, her lips slightly parted. Maya stared into his eyes, they had grown dark, filled with a dozen emotions but one being the most prominent. Desire

He went in again, this time more demandingly. Their lips went on a duel, claiming ownership, exploring each other.

Pleasure zinging through her veins. She moaned into his mouth, delirious. Already his hands were her side, holding her securely as he kissed her.

His arms roamed all over her, getting underneath her dress, pulling the cloth along with him. She paused so she could get the clothes out of the way. Now naked under his gaze, she watched as his gaze hardened, traveling up and down her body like a caress. He pushed her on the bed and hastily took of his tunic. In a flash, it was gone and he was back to kissing her.

Their naked bodies pressed together, bolts of electricity traveled around her body, causing her to gasp, as they clung and kissed. He positioned himself between her thighs, his kisses travelling lower, nibbling at the flesh at the base of a neck, his fingers playing with her aroused nipples.

She gasped, a strangled moan escaping her lips. One strong arm grabbing her ass, he squeezed it, causing a moan to escape her lips.

He lowered himself to her right nipple, taking it into his mouth, he sucked on it.

Maya screamed as he tugged on them, sucking it like a child. She didn't know she could feel pleasure form such an action. She heard someone making incomprehensible sounds and found out they were coming from her mouth.

Her own hands travelled around his body, caressing and clawing, which ever one she could do. He left the right nipple with a pop, wet with his saliva and focused. Maya groaned, her body trembling. She was already seeing stars.

It's not supposed to be like this, Maya reasoned at the back of her mind. This was a duty, a job. Why else was Dexter making it feel like they were lovers?

Passion burned everywhere he touched, as he continued with his teases. Already she could feel herself climbing, a strange pressure building from the depths of her soul. It frightened and excited her at the same time.

She distinctly noticed a hand going between her thighs, settling on her most innermost regions. A finger slipped between those lips.

"So wet.... So tight." He groaned into her mouth, sweat dripping from his body to hers. He resumed kissing her the same time those hands began pumping in and out of her, his thumb finding the puckered tip just over her vulva.

The extra stimulation drove her wild. Against her better judgement, she arched again, gasping. He didn't stop, didn't give her the chance to breath. " Dexter!" She screamed when it all became too much, her hips following the movement of hands desperate for more friction. She's so freaking close.

He still plundered her with kisses even as she writhed rhythmically under him, desperate for a release.

" Let go!" He groaned, his voice harsh. As if her body had been waiting for precisely that command, she exploded, her inner walls spasming, legs trembling, sparks flying. Tears fell out of her eyes as she rode out the waves. So freaking beautiful.

She had barely recovered from what just happened when she felt Dexter pull her thighs apart, something huge and foreign nudging at her opening. Her brain stopped. Is he going to penetrate now? She clung to him, still trembling.

In one swift thrust, he buried himself all the way to the hilt. Maya yelped, mind-numbing pain searing through her. She didn't see this coming. It hurts so much and it was as uncomfortable as hell.

" Sweet God. " She heard him groan and she opened her eyes. Dexter looked tortured, sweat beading his forehead. "Are you okay?" He asked, his soft voice belying the urgency in his blood. She nodded hurriedly, tears burning her eyes.

" Yes..." She whispered, grateful that he asked.

" Hold on to me." He muttered. Immediately she wrapped her legs around him, burying her face on his neck. He placed a kiss on her cheeks, moving slowly into her. The pain was still there and it still felt out of this world. She had to grit her teeth to keep herself from screaming out.

Slowly, the pace of his thrusts increased and his face tightened as he started to get lost in the pleasure. Maya was still uncomfortable but it wasn't as severe as before. Instead, she started to feel the strange pressure build. "Fuck..." She heard him cuss. " Can't stay in control." He murmured against her skin.

His thrusts became faster still, the pain and pleasure mixing to become one. Maya bit into his shoulders, tears leaving her eyes. It hurts, it hurts so much. He became faster still, plunging to the depths to her. Maya was loosing strength but she held on to him. She felt him swell inside her, his thrusts loosing all uniformity.

With a strangled groan, he finished in her, spurts and spurts of warm liquid filling her up, trembling but still holding her. Truly exhausted, she slipped from his hold, falling to the bed. He joined her, still between her thighs.

When he resumed kissing her, Maya forced her eyes open to look at him. Her eyes caught his hardened member, still slick front their release and gleaming.

"Not done yet?" She asked. How can he not be done yet? She was already tired. He kissed her lips. " Need you again." He groaned, barely satisfied.

Maya swallowed, it's not like she can refuse him anyway. She wrapped her tired hands around his neck, kissing him back. He took it as his cue and penetrated her to the hilt once again.

The second time, he was more aggressive. It still hurt, but Maya found herself enjoying it, liking it the roughness. Once again, the strange pressure build. Maya began to recognize it for what it was.

Skin against skin, breath against breath. They shared the same air as their bodies merged to become one. The force of this thrusts rattling the bed, Maya was in bliss, mindless for him. Too tired to follow him or even try to match up, she let him take her the way he wanted.

" Yes!" She urged him on, the words tumbling out of her mouth in their own accord. " Faster, please!!" Her breathy moans filling his ears. He went faster still, plundering the depths of her soul, trying to bind them into one. The pressure built to unimaginable degrees as her body wound up, waiting to snap.

She did. With a cry of his name, she bucked underneath him, her walls clamping tightly against him, making it hard for him to continue. Tears left her eyes, sparks blinding her vision.

She barely noticed him swell inside her, his thrusts loosing uniformity. He exploded with a cry of his own. His orgasm triggered hers, making it last longer. With one ragged breath, he fell on top her, blanketing her with his weight and heat. He grew limp and he pulled out, rolling off her. Without him inside her, she felt bereft,empty, vulnerable. She immediately reached for him. He held her close.

He was still trembling, just like she was but it wasn't as visible as before. Tears were still slipping out of her eyes. But she was so tired now. " Thank you." She whispered, her heart light. She fell into an exhausted sleep.

Long after she had slept, a deep groan was heard in the room. "Thank you too."

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Moments after Maya had settled into deep slumber, Dexter rose from the bed to get a basin of water from the bathroom. Bringing out a clean washcloths from one of the drawers, he proceeded to clean her up. She'd flinch every time the cold cloth made contact with her body but she never woke up, only sighed and settled back to sleep. He noticed that she'd bled, not too much but enough to prove their marriage valid. She was his now. No one was taking her from him.

He blushed as he remembered their recent memories, a soft sigh escaping his lips. So brazen, so fierce. So mine. His eyes caught the scars on her legs and his gaze darkened. Whoever did this to her will pay with his life, he vowed within himself. Once he was done cleaning her up, he applied the ointment once more. Satisfied, he went ahead to pour the water away in the bathroom before joining her in bed.

Pulling her close to him, he rested his hands on hers, intertwining them. She sighed, melting to him. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the sweetest, darkest sleep he has had in a while.