The Hidden Scar – Part l

Under the light that dimmed out any interest for anything else other than the male in front of her, she felt herself getting drawn closer. His grip tightened at the same time hers did and slowly her anger was dwindling. She couldn't seem to break free from the trance even if she wanted to. The pleasure from being held by him chained her to his will. His warm body holding her close to him prevented her from even considering escape.
"I missed you, meng klenge Fuuss."
(My little Vixen.)
He whispered softly. They turn, her feet keeping up with his. A shudder ran down her spine when his warm hand scraped along the exposed part of her back. His warm fingers skim down the curve of her spine. She bit the inner part of her lip, forcing her face to hold an expression of indifference but her voice betrayed her as her response came out as a soft whisper.
"I didn't miss you!" She muttered, feeling his minty breath fanning over her lips. He pulled back slightly to look her in the eyes. His brown ones prying into her blue ones with the intention of breaking down her barriers. His expression lay somewhere between amused and guilty.
"Then why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad!" He chuckled as she muttered,
"Liar!" He smirked at her.
"Don't smirk Reighs!"
"So we are back on the last name basis?" He suddenly asked and she grumbled, "We should've stayed on the last name." Onyx frowned, clearly unhappy with her answer and moved his face closer to her. She momentarily froze up from his invasion. Leaning closer and closer, the side of his face brushed against her cheek and he stills. She swallowed thickly. So much for being mad. Her fingers curled into the fabric on his shoulder from anticipation. She felt the bridge of his nose grazing up the curve of her neck and the soft, plushness of his lips kissing the skin of her earlobe.
"Shame ... " He breathed deep and sultry,
"I quite liked the sound of 'Onyx' coming from your lips."
She fought back a moan, tensing her legs as he swayed them closer together. The burning sensation of his touch ignited her inner desires. The hold he had on her turned possessive as his hand greedily ran up and down her waist. If he prolonged the sweet torture, she knew she was bound to give in to his sinister touches. Onyx smiled against her skin,
"You're making it so much harder for me to control the desire to ravish you-"
Rolling her bottom lip between her teeth Ophelia sighed contentedly when his lips travelled down to her shoulder. He placed a kiss on the curve and pulled back before pressing their forehead together.
"-to the point that I'm willing to give up and lose." He whispered as he dipped her down. His hand held her waist firmly so that she doesn't fall but they never break eye contact. He pulled her back up, her chest pressing flat against his chest.
"Is that so? Then why didn't you show up to pick me up?" She asked absentmindedly and gasped when his other hand that held hers let go and delicately ran over her fabric cladded hip to the slit of her dress. He lightly caressed her bare leg with his hot fingers and suddenly curled his fingers around her leg and urged her leg to wrap around his waist. Her leg wrapped around his waist mindlessly and he leaned into her neck.
"I'm sorry, léift. But I had to go to pick her up." He whispered and Ophelia frowned.
"Who?" She asked and at that moment, the audience witnessing their every action suddenly turned towards the entrance. She too peered over his shoulder to see a fairly young woman entering, dressed in an exquisite gown. She was beautiful, probably the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. All of the heads turned towards the woman as she entered the ballroom and from such far, she could still feel the lust and jealousy emitted towards the woman.
"W-who is she?" Ophelia asked as sudden insecurity tolled her heart.
"That's Trista. Father's Prinzessin and my little sister." Onyx sighed and Ophelia's leg unwrapped around him. But he kept her close, his hand hovering over her waist. "Father had sent me to pick her up and I had thought I would be back on time. But by the time I returned, it was already eight."
"Is that why you asked my father to pick me up?" Ophelia asked and he nodded. "Well, I'm glad I couldn't reach on time to pick you up." He breathed out and Ophelia frowned. "Why?" At her question, a devilish smirk coated his lips. His grip on her hip tightened and he pulled her body even more close as she crashed against his hard muscles. "Because my Fuuss, if I were to pick you up, we wouldn't have attended the gala. I would have been filling you up right now, ravishing your tight little p*ussy to my heart's content!" At his honest confession, Ophelia gulped thickly as her lips parted. "I would like that."
She could swear she felt his chest vibrate and his eyes darken significantly to her words. And before she knew, Onyx had dragged her out and they were already on their way to the hotel. All the while Onyx's fingers were curled around her thigh as anticipation, lust and hunger for each other drowned them. She already had a taste of what he was capable of and she wanted more, she wanted all of what he had to offer.

In the dim light, his calloused, rough hands slide up her naked thighs. As a slave, her mind was enchanted by the yearning and ecstatic need for him. Her stomach constricted as his body pinned her down, causing heat and sparks in her lower abdomen.
The same pleasure she felt as his lips pressed furiously against her neck. He sucked, licked, nibbled, and bit. He scribbled all over her like a lover would.