Hate & Heaven | 18+

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞,
𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰.
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭
𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐦𝐞.❞

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

"

"Strip me out of everything that's stopping me from becoming yours," he commanded, his voice a gruff whisper that seemed to resonate through her very soul. His eyes were dark with desire, a fierce hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying. For a moment, she hesitated, the necklace around her throat a stark reminder of the power dynamic between them. But the need within her was too great, the call of passion too strong to resist

Her trembling fingers obeyed, working the buttons one by one, the fabric parting to reveal his chiseled chest. The sight of him took her breath away, a sculpted masterpiece of masculine beauty that seemed to radiate an almost feral energy. Her eyes roved over the expanse of his muscles, the dusting of hair that trailed down to the waistband of his pants, the very epitome of raw power and strength.

Dimitrio watched her with a knowing smirk, his eyes dark with amusement at her unveiled admiration. "I want to feel your hands on what's already yours." he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to echo through her very core. He leaned back slightly, giving her space to explore. She took a shaky breath and placed a tentative hand on his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart beneath her palm. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the coolness of the emeralds that lay heavy on her neck.

Her hand moved over his chest, her fingertips tracing the contours of his muscles. He was so different from the men she had known before, so powerful, so commanding. Yet, there was something in his touch that spoke of a tenderness she hadn't expected, a vulnerability that called to the deepest parts of her.

His tongue continued its journey, moving from the pulse point at the base of her neck to her collarbone. Each swipe was a silent demand, a plea for her to abandon her fears and embrace the passion that burned between them. The necklace grew heavier with each touch, a tangible reminder of the choice she faced.

With trembling hands, Dimitrio reached behind her neck, his fingers deftly unclasping the emerald necklace. He pulled it away from her skin, the coolness of the air a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. He placed it on the lamp table beside the bed, the emeralds glinting in the soft light, a silent testament to the power struggle that lay at the heart of their relationship.

The sudden absence of the necklace was like a weight lifted from her, allowing her to breathe more freely. Her eyes searched his, a silent question hanging between them. His gaze was intense, his pupils dilated with desire, but there was something else there, something she hadn't seen before. A softness that spoke of a deeper connection, a need that went beyond possession.

Dimitrio's mouth moved to the arch of her neck, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her collarbone, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Her skin was sensitive to his touch, the anticipation of his kiss a sweet torment that made her ache with longing. As his mouth closed over the spot, she felt a shiver of anticipation that made her toes curl.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a soft moan, unable to resist the seductive pull of his mouth. His tongue danced around the curve of her neck, exploring every inch of her skin with a gentle persistence that was both thrilling and maddening. His teeth grazed her flesh, nipping playfully, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin.