The Tyrant's Pet

<strong>[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.]</strong>

"Then, I love you... just for tonight."

Aries closed her eyes to welcome his tender lips. As always, they were sweet as the first peek of the new day but just as bitter as the last smile of sunset. He didn't deepen the kiss. His kiss was shallow, biting her lips from time to time. Yet, his emotion each time his lips brushed against hers spoke a volume of passion, millions of tacit and neglected feelings.

Their bodies were no stranger to each other. They had kissed more than she could ever count, but tonight he felt unfamiliar. Or maybe it was not Abel, but Aries.

Perhaps because she was paying attention, she finally noticed the familiarity that oddly felt new to her. Today, she kissed Inez — she wasn't the first person who claimed her lips. There were many before Inez or before Abel. And she could tell those people... always had a plan.

But Abel... this man didn't have any. Just kissing her.

Right now, his entire world — his universe was her, and all she knew and felt was he was savoring the eternal moment of their kiss.

She didn't know how long they'd been kissing — it could have been until dawn for all she knew — but when he pulled his head away, Aries was already panting for air. She didn't even know she was nearly out of breath, intoxicated by his ardent kiss.

She snapped her eyes at the pair of eyes hovering over her. His lips were ever so slightly apart, eyes on her, hers on him, both breathing heavily and observing each other.

Aries reached out her hand and felt his face with her fingertips. He was breathtaking, so unreal, like a nightmare in disguise. Her hand caressed the corner of his naturally sharp eyes. His gaze always bore meaning with a touch of menace.

"You have to tell me," she whispered after a minute of pure silence. "I will not know what is inside your head if you don't tell me, will I?" — what was he thinking while staring at her with those empty eyes? It had been a while since she saw that in his eyes, but now that it reappeared, she remembered how empty his eyes used to be in the beginning.

Abel bent over and tilted his head until his breath was touching her cheek. "You," he whispered, planting a light peck on her temple, but his light touch was enough to send a shiver down to the ends of her nerves.

"I am thinking about you," he added under his breath as his lips pressed on her jaw. "Just you," he continued, kissing the side of her neck.

Bitterness filled her eyes at the careful and searing touches of his lips against her skin. Aries clumped his shirt and pulled him down, and the rest of his sentiments were lost in her mouth.

"Dar --"

Once again, he kissed her gently, but his gentleness wasn't what she wanted right now. Not when his words don't match his actions, not when he wasn't clear with her. She needed extreme — the extreme love-making, hardcore.

'I guess I am not meant for lovemaking...' she thought. 'Fucking suits us better.' — because when their heart was involved, they were vulnerable and pure, therefore it hurt.

Aries gripped his shirt as she raised her head to deepen their kiss. His brows creased, groaning softly, snaking his arm around her waist, and gathered her against him. She hurriedly unbuttoned his clothes, tossing them out of the bed without breaking the kiss.

His hand slithered from her arm until his fingers slipped through the gaps of her fingers, clasping it and pinning it against the mattress. Her mouth fell open, stretching her neck, arching her back until her bare chest molded with his body like liquid.

A hiss came out through their parted lips when he pressed his hips down, stretching her wide to his girth, delving deep, getting swallowed whole by her. Aries was panting as he settled over her, his forehead over hers, nose brushing each other.

"Abel," she moaned his name, only to grit her teeth as his hips moved back slowly and then thrust at the same careful pace. She could feel him every second, going in and out, careful and patient, savoring how she throb around him.

Her back arched slightly when he went deeper, causing her toes to clutch the sheet, breaking out in sweats more than the times he fucked her senseless. He kept his consistent rhythm, nibbling her neck down to her collarbones. He cupped her breast, pinching her nipples, only to hunch in and keep them in between his teeth.

"Ah…!" her hand flung over his shoulder and onto his back, digging her nails, losing her mind at the slow thrusting and sensual groping. It felt as though his hand had the urge to touch her everywhere, kissing and biting, leaving unintended marks on her pale skin.

All the stress and schemes and guilts before she came into this slowly disappeared, replaced with pure pleasure. She moaned his name once again, slipping her other hand from his grip to wrap her limbs around his neck and feel his weight. His hand stilled her waist, picking up his pace until only her moans and his grunts, and their skin slapping resonated across the entire chambers for minutes.

At that moment, they wished they could last forever, or at least, it won't end soon. But just like everything, they soon reached their peak, muffling each other's scream with a kiss, and feeling each other throb as love nectar leaked from her.

His forehead was resting over her as they panted for air, frozen in their position, ignoring the sweats in between their unclad bodies. She looked up at him, barely catching what sort of expression he was making with his hair brushing her temple, and the shadow shrouding his face.

Aries pressed her lips into a thin line, lifting her head to plant a soft kiss on his lips. "You didn't look at me," she pointed out before she retrieved her lips and sported a subtle smile.

"Nor did you call my name, but that's fine." She cupped his jaw and brushed his lean cheek with her thumb. He was gazing back at her in silence, so she added, "I understand."