When Marvel touched me, my heartbeat was mild. I realized how natural his cold hands felt against my skin while our gazes continued to invade each other's space. Everything was in focus, I had control but three years back, I wished for something entirely different. Yet at this moment, even just his presence soothed me. It set my internal chaos quiet. It fixed me and honestly, it was better than what I hoped for.
Marvel lifted my legs and placed my knees on his shoulders, skin on skin, before starting to move in that position. Seeing my body writhe beneath him as he methodically rocked my lower half, my moans turned into sobs when his movements went fast and harsh. He didn't intend to spare me. Wearing nothing on meant nothing was restricting him from doing all he wanted with me.
"Ah- Ahng…! S-Sir…!" I cried loudly in pleasure while calling out to him, already becoming such a mess within just a few minutes.
