Possessed by the Dark

[Ba****]

The room is pitch black, saved only by the faint, bruised light bleeding through the window. You’re standing there in that thin whisper of silk, cold glass under your fingertips, every nerve ending on fire because you know I’m coming. You know this isn't some soft, fairy-tale romance. This is a disease. A relentless, primal hunger that burns everything down until there's nothing left but this desperate, clawing need between us.

The door clicks open. I step inside bringing the cold rain and the night with me. I don’t say a word. Words are too weak for what we do to each other.

Two strides and I’m across the floor. My hand fists into your hair, yanking your head back to expose the pale line of your throat. It’s pure, unadulterated ownership. You don't pull away; you surrender to it, offering yourself up like a sacrifice.

"Were you waiting for me?" I growl, my voice low and rough against your ear.

"Always," you whisper.

My mouth crushes down on yours. No gentleness, just a violent, intoxicating crash of teeth and heat. My tongue takes over, claiming every inch of you, and you match me—hands tearing at my jacket, trying to pull me so close there’s no space left between us.

I rip that slip off your body. The sound of tearing fabric shatters the quiet, and I push you back hard against the cold glass. I want to see you. I want to look at what’s mine. I bite down on your lip just hard enough to taste ***, igniting that white-hot line where *** turns directly into pleasure. This isn't play; it's a battle for absolute dominance, and we both want to get lost in it.

I lift you, pinning you between me and the window as your legs wrap tight around my waist. The friction is immediate, electric, and merciless. Every push, every movement is a heavy, feral rhythm designed to break through every last defense you’ve ever built. You gasp, completely breathless, trapped in a visceral high that borders on agony.

I take you over and over in the dark, driving us both past the point of reason until the world outside completely vanishes.

When it’s over and we’re lying on the floor, breathless and slick with sweat, I don't give you soft comfort. I keep my hand heavy and firm on your hip—a constant, unyielding reminder that you are completely possessed. This is our truth. It's raw, it's brutal, and you're never going back.

[Da****]

“Immediate , electric and merciless” - amazing power of three there . Love it. 🥰