ARIA:
I knew I had to tell him to leave. Hell, I knew I had to tell him I needed to be treated right and not like some woman who was needy and only loved to be treated like she didn't matter.

But with the way his hands slid around my waist, I could barely think for myself. He nuzzled my neck with his nose, inhaling softly as it grazed my skin softly. His fingers sank into my waist and he started to kiss my skin and sink his fingers deeper like he couldn't get enough of me.
"Aria," He whispered into my ears as his lips grazed my skin. I let out a soft moan, throwing my head back and receiving him with so much alacrity. "I can't seem to get enough of you. You're so fucking addictive and I can feel myself going crazy. Your skin is so soft, I almost want to chew it. And your body? Gods. You're so beautiful and all I want to do is keep you locked up in my box and make sure you never get out. Make sure no one else but me sees you."
He grabbed me by the cheek and pressed his lips into mine, kissing and gliding his lips against mine. He was overpowering. He was good at doing that. He was good at overwhelming me with his touch. So good at making me feel like I was all that mattered and even when my logical thinking reared up, I pushed that to the side, telling myself that none of that mattered.
He grabbed both of my hands, pressed it into the wall above my head and continued to kiss me, both of our moans lacing together and filtering softly around the whole room.
I arched every part of my body towards him, begging me to touch me. To let me touch him no matter how tiny it was. I wanted to feel his hands graze my skin. Hell, all I wanted was to feel his body brush against mine.
But he had so much restraint. He had pulled away from me and was still kissing me like it was all that mattered. He still had one of his hands pinning both of mine against the wall.

His other free hand cupped my breasts, pulling the robe to the side and exposing my barely covered breasts. My nipples were almost out and I heard him hiss and stiffen around me, his eyes soaking me in, staring right at my breasts like it was the only thing that mattered.
Then he flicked his thumb over my nipple, causing me to flinch and for it to harden. I sank my teeth into my lips, throwing my head back as I begged him with my big to take me. I needed to feel him on me, inside me. But he was painfully and carefully taking his time.
He hasn't undressed me yet but I felt so naked before him. I felt so...open and slutty and it was a good feeling that made my stomach swim with delight.
He devoured me once again, leaving me with no clue of what to do with my life. Leaving me with no way to catch a breather or think like a normal human.

Just when I thought he was done, he took my other breast in his mouth, bending with his hand still holding mine up as he began to suckle, his face contorting into one of pleasure as I stared at his broad, beautiful back. He seriously needed to know how much of a beautiful back he had.
I wanted to play my hand on that expanse, feel my fingers on his skin and close my eyes, savoring its ivory silkiness.
"Lyall!" I winced when he bit slightly and immediately soothed. "I'm really sensitive there."
"All the better," He looked at me with a devilish grin and once again, I almost melted against him. "I just want you to enjoy this, Aria. So relax and let me take the lead, okay?"
Oh, gods, he was talking too. He wasn't just silently having the time of his life whilst leaving me behind. He was in raw control and he made it known to me and I submitted to him.
Just when I thought he was going to take me to the bed and fuck me to sleep, he lifted me into the air. I had nothing on under and I gasped when his face drew close to it.
"You smell so good," he inhaled, closing his eyes. "Fuck! You smell like vanilla. I don't know but it's so good."
With one flick of his finger, my dress was flipped up, leaving me bare and with nothing to the imagination. He smiled and propped me towards him, inhaling once again before he dove in for his meal.
He started by using his tongue to flick up and down and my whole body vibrated with this very nice sensation that almost had me going numb from just being eaten out. He'd just started and I was starting to feel like I was floating in the skies. It was also helping that I was seated, my legs around his neck and my hands supporting his weight on my body.
He ate me, licked me and played with his tongue over me. Then he pushed me into the wall, causing me to gasp and ask why he had done that.
But I didn't speak, neither did I ask. All I did was enjoy his tongue and fingers in me.
He kept going nonstop and I could slowly feel the pressure build-up from my lower body. No, it wasn't cramping from sitting on his neck for a long time. It was the real orgasm, the one that soon had me shaking and pulsating against him.
I gripped his hair and let out a cry of pleasure as it rocked through me and he didn't stop until I felt another one coming but less intense than the first.
And when I thrashed against him, he held me tightly against him like he was never going to let me go. He engulfed me in the strength of his arms, sliding me back down and lifting me up to kiss me.
"You're so small. I'm going to stretch and squeeze you out, darling.”