KCFC: Her Adonis

Back in her bedroom, Ruby found herself suddenly bashful. Rysten finished unbuttoning his shirt, dropping it to the floor as he stood before her with the confidence of a model. She was awestruck, his torso chiseled and his skin begging to be tasted.

She was shaking a bit, the cold air around them giving her goosebumps. He smiled, leading her into the bathroom. Why did his upturned lips turn her on so much? What was he thinking?

"Rysten..."

"Moira isn't home tonight."

The words were deep and matter-of-fact. She nodded, her eyes catching his darkening gaze. Her friend was out for the night at the club, not something she was ready for yet. Maybe ever again. Before she could say anything he was turning on the shower, testing the water with his fingertips to make sure it wasn't too warm.

"I don't mind it being hot."

His grin was breathtaking.

"That shouldn't surprise me."

Once the temperature was good he turned to her once more, his eyes moving down her body. She was in a white nightgown, her jacket and boots abandoned back in the bedroom. The thin garment was soaked through and he was torturing himself etching the image of her into his mind for later.

She was a creature to be remembered, loved through the night and past the sunrise. Her kisses were something he wanted to covet. If he could sacrifice his damned soul for a moment of bliss with her he would do it without regard for the consequences.

"Rysten?"

He couldn't help but move toward her, his intent obvious in the way he looked at her like a hawk would a mouse. Hungry, ready to ravage and devour her whole.

"Rysten."

Her breathy whisper was lost as his mouth came down on hers, hot and passionate. Their tongues danced along one another as he grabbed the sides of the gown plastered to her soft skin. Pulling it upward, the fabric bunching up in his fists, he wanted nothing more than to kneel before her and taste her sweet core.

Instead, he moved his mouth away just long enough to pull the nightgown up and over her head. Once it was dropped to the floor he stepped back to witness her in all of her naked beauty. Gods, he was surely a beast with the thoughts that now plagued his mind.

"You are an angel, a masterpiece."

She couldn't speak as he soaked in her nudity as if he had never witnessed a naked woman before. Surely she was nothing to look twice at compared to the women of his past. As if he could read her mind he began unbuttoning his pants, his gaze piercing and eclipsed with ardor.

"I would spend an eternity worshipping you, mea dea."

Trying her hardest to keep her eyes on his, he couldn't help but grin as her face bloomed with a blush bright and rosy. His trousers fell to the floor as he stepped toward her. She took a step back, her nerves misfiring. His frown had her fighting to breathe so she could explain herself.

"This has to be a dream. I feel like I've lost my mind to have you here like this."

Her nervously muttered clarification had him backing her up against the bathroom door. When her spine touched the barrier she froze, unsure of the look on his face.

He had planned on controlling himself, but it was clear some lines needed to be blurred here. By the end of the night, she would understand how he felt and she would never question him again. He would make damn sure she knew what he was thinking.

"What are you..."

Keeping his eyes on hers he knelt before her, watching her look down at him in shock as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. Just the brush of his fingers against her inner knee had her insides heating up like lava ready to drip. As he dipped his head in close a gasp left her lips.

"Rysten...please..."

She had meant to ask him to stop, but she couldn't make the words come out. They would be a lie, and she was tired of fighting herself on this. Just this one night, she would give in to him.

His tongue was running along her already wet slit when she relaxed her shoulders and leaned her head back. If this was a dream she would enjoy every moment of it. If this was a nightmare, she would gladly endure his carnal torment. If this was reality she would face the consequences later, because she refused to stop him now.

That sweet tongue of his licked and sucked her clit as he moved a hand between her thighs to sink his thick fingers deep into her wet cunt. Her moans were like music to his ears as he enjoyed every drop of ecstasy he received from her gorgeous body. He would kneel to her every day, every night, if it would make her sing his praises in such a way.

"Rysten..."

She moved a hand into his hair, her heart racing and breathing erratic. She was so close to the edge, barely teetering on it as he plunged two digits deep into her insides. As he pumped into her she found a release too strong to fall into quietly, her moans shattering any remaining resolve he had.

Before she was off the first high he was lifting her off her trembling toes. Carrying her into the shower, he let her feet touch the cool floor but continued to hold most of her weight as she found herself back in reality once more. Her back pressed against his front, her rounded backend rubbing against his hard need.

The warm water felt amazing against her frozen skin, bringing her to life within his arms. She could stay like this forever if he would let her.

"You're ethereal, my love."

His hands moved around her waist, one going up toward her breasts and the other slipping over the droplets teasing the skin of her abdomen with heat. When his fingers found her mound once more she was already closing her eyes, her body begging for his sensual touch.

"You'll make me an addict if you keep at this."

Her heated, low tone had him running a long middle finger along her opening. When he spoke his pupils were dilated, his heart was racing, and he was barely holding onto his control.

"I'll give you a fix every second of every day, mea dea. If I am your drug you will never go without."

Leaning down he kissed the side of her throat, her eyes closed and her lips parted in rapture.

"You are my heaven, a paradise of bliss. Let me be your euphoria."

His fingers worked her body into another orgasm, her mind empty of all worries and stress. All she could think of, feel, and see, was him. His touch, his voice, and his words. Good lord, she was lost in him and he knew it.

At that moment she knew he wouldn't finish himself inside her. He kept his control, by a thread, to give her the release and escape she so desperately needed. He saw no torment in refusing himself an orgasm. It was his ultimate desire to see her free of the darkness she had been carrying so heavily since that night.

When the water began to chill he helped her out, dried her off, and carried her to bed. He treated her as royalty, which is exactly how he saw her. Even as he lay with her in bed, his erection hard and very evident, he refused to find gratification for himself.

She laid her head against his chest as he laid on his back, his arm wrapped around her waist. Stretching a bit she kissed his cheek, her eyes full of an affection he had never experienced before. His satisfaction came solely from her happiness at that moment. As she peacefully fell into a deep slumber he felt her peace of mind.

Soon their lives would change, but for now, he would make damn sure she rested well and survived this. The world be damned.

~End~