The Story of Blood and Roses

[Warning: Some more snu snu. Beware.]

"Get off me," I swatted at his chest as he grinned.

"No." He shook his head as he leaned into me and gave my lips a quick peck.

"Stop being a petulant, overgrown mob boss." His eyes narrowed considerably, but his smile stayed on his lips. He pulled my legs around his hips so that my legs were wrapped around him.

"You're in love with me, baby..." he snickered as I groaned. "You can't resist me," he cooed.

"You're a dirty old man, Anthony." I rolled my eyes. A gasp escaped me midway as he pushed into me.

"Ten times, baby. This old man made you come ten times tonight. I didn't hear you complaining then," he teased. Each swivel of his hip made me clutch onto him tighter.

"I wonder when your balls will shrivel and fall off," I muttered under my breath. "I mean, all this abuse must have taken a toll on the poor thing."

"He is in no way poor, my kitten. He's satiated but greedy." He licked my jaw salaciously. Shivering, I pulled him closer. "He wants you," he declared. His steady pace faltered for a bit when I moaned into his ears.

"God, what you do to me..." his shaky breath resonated within me.

"I love you," he whispered before he renewed his ministrations.

"I know," I choked. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him pushing deeper, right into that spot. It made my legs shake. My legs ached. I needed to free them and put them somewhere stable.

"No," he growled. He pulled my legs over his hips again, slipping in deeper.

"Please," I whimpered as he pulled me closer to ecstasy. It was almost painful. The look on his face told me that he felt the same.

"Tell me you love me," he pleaded. I shook my head, faltering, unable to perform any cognitive function apart from grinding mindlessly into him.

"Say it." He gritted his teeth together and slammed into me harder, never letting me fall over the edge. He measured his thrusts as kept me on the brink.

"I don't love you." There. How do you like that?

He stopped all of a sudden.

His eyes hardened as he scrutinized my face.

"You're a good liar, my kitten, but I am a master tormentor." He slid into me again but never moved. Deep inside, I could feel him shift his hip to different angles until he was there... pressing up into that magical spot with a delicious amount of pressure. He let my foot go. He knew well that I wouldn't let go... I was too close to coming to let him go. His fingers found my clit. He didn't move them. He just kept them there, pressing hard. The sensation would have made me burst.

I felt full.

I needed to let go.

He wouldn't let me.

When did he acquire such command over your body?

"Please..." I begged. He shook his head.

"I know you love me. Say it."

"Don't make me, please." I might have cried at that moment. How can I want him so much after ten rounds? "Michael, please..." his eyes softened immediately.

"Tell me, please..." he whispered.

"I can't."

"Why not?" The pain in his voice shot through me.

"I-" I couldn't say it. I just couldn't. He knew it, but he just... he never let it go.

I felt him move. Surprised, I opened my eyes. I hadn't even realized that I had squeezed them close.

"It's okay..." He cradled my face and pulled out. Sucking in a breath, I succumbed to him again, moving with him. "Watch," he commanded, caressing my face. I let out a whimper before following his orders.

Shocks rippled through my body as I stared.

"God," I threw my head back.

Three months of this.

Every night.

Every day.

It never ceased to shock me.

I remembered the reflection of us... thinking that we looked good together. We did look good together.

But this was only for our own eyes.

He breathed in harmony.

Chaos reigned as he chased the end.

His honeyed voice helped me through the darkness.

My lashes fluttered as I focused on his face again.

A lazy smile came over his face as he collapsed on top of me.

I stroked his hair gently as he breathed on my chest. His hot breath made my heart stutter and pulse.

"Someday," he whispered. It was a reverent promise.

"Someday," I told him. It was no assurance. Just a fact. I would tell him... it was too soon. Three months was too short... I couldn't let him know yet.

"I love you." I gulped and then sighed.

This was it.

I wanted nothing more.

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