In this dark world of confrontation, I knew who I was facing and why - after all, that was what I needed. Even though I knew that arrogance was his worst vice, it was the thing that kept me coming back to him.
"Come here," Marvel lifted my face and I was kissed by him fondly.
His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly to let my tongue slip inside. We were kissing, but we acted as if we were thirsty for more kisses. He lifted me to sit on the washstand so we could kiss as much as we liked with ease.
As I was sitting on the edge of the washstand, he placed himself in between my legs, pressing our bodies together when he held me by the cold ceramic. His muscular arms were around my body, protective and comforting. I put mine around his neck, my fingers squeezing his hair as we were drowned by the deep, slow kiss.
