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Knives wakes in the middle of the night, the stars still visible through the open window, a gust of wind carrying the worm-eaten curtains. He turns his gaze onto your sleeping body, calm breaths slowly moving your shoulder up and down. Your bare skin looks tantalizing, just begging to be touched. The urge to reach out and run his fingers along your curves is overwhelming. He sees the faint remnants of a bite mark he left under the strap running over your shoulder. He turns on the bed, inching closer to press his chest against your back, his arm lazily slung over your waist, careful not to wake you. He closes his eyes and listens to the sound of your steady breathing, taking in the warmth of another body against his.
Your scent fills his nose as he buries his face into your hair by your neck; he craves to kiss your skin, to leave more marks of himself on you. He wants to use your body as a canvas to show the world you are his with bruises and teeth marks left by his rough love. He wants to brand you as his possession for all to see. You fill him with something so carnal and desperate.
His arm holds on to you a little tighter, his fingers creeping underneath the light fabric of your shirt that hugs every detail of your body. Your breathing remains the same, even as his hand travels upwards along your stomach, tenderly caressing your skin. His fingers start to draw patterns to distract himself, to maybe help him fall asleep, but as he hears a content sigh from your lips that escapes through your slumber, he starts to feel differently about the situation.
Knives's lips press against your skin between your shoulder blades while his fingers dance upwards over your breasts, brushing over their tender swells, stopping only to draw circles around your nipple. His heart starts to race with desire as your sleepy voice lets out something reminiscent of a moan, a twinge traveling down his stomach to his crotch. As he feels your nipple harden beneath his touch, he pinches it between his thumb and index, rolling it gently between his fingers. He hears your breath hitch, but the slow breathing doesn't stop; it only gets louder as it now escapes through parted lips. He feels your body involuntarily respond beneath his touch, your thighs shifting slightly to rub against each other. Any thought of sleeping has fled from him as he feels his own desire grow in the form of an erection that pushes against your leg.
He slowly adjusts himself, pushing upwards while his hand creeps down. He can now nuzzle his nose into the crown of your hair, his still half-soft cock pressed against the crack of your ass. Knives's long arm stretches out, his nimble fingers slithering over your underwear to cup your longing sex. He feels the heat radiating from under his touch. As he gently starts to rub you, he soon feels his fingers meeting the wetness that soaks through your panties. His breath quickens as he realizes the effect he's having on you, a surge of arousal coursing through him. With a newfound assurance, he continues to explore, his touch becoming more deliberate and intense. His fingers press the fabric into the wetness between your folds, a hooked finger stroking along the slit. He revels in the way you respond to him, a smirk forming on his lips as he closes his eyes, still taking in the way your hair tickles his face. The air is filled with the sound of your soft moans that you let out through your sleep, and for a moment it seems as if it is his name that gets carried by those sighs.
Your hips respond to his touch, pressing your swollen bits more into his hand, craving the friction and pleasure that only he can provide. Knives takes the invitation, slipping his hand into your underwear, where he is met by the slick wetness that confirms your desire for him. He explores your pussy, fingers stroking through it with expertise and precision while he listens to your every reaction, careful not to go too fast as to not wake you yet. You gasp softly as he continues to pleasure you, making him pull away from your clit, waiting for your breathing to calm down again before he resumes his movements.
Knives's hard cock threatens to burst out of his pants as he feels your heat radiating into him. Carefully he pushes down your underwear, just enough to reveal your wetness. As he manages to push them down over your hips and ass, he wiggles off his underwear to pull out his cock, slowly pumping it with the wetness he collected from your bits. He lets out a heavy breath of his own as he enjoys himself, moving the hair on your head. He slowly and carefully positions his dick just under your ass and between your underwear. His hips are pulled back until he can put his hand back over you, his fingers drawing through your slit to play with you further, spreading the wetness to your thighs as his palm brushes over your soaking pussy. His hips slowly push forward, gliding his cock between your thighs almost frictionless. His hand continues to play with you, drawing circles on your clit and teasing your entrance while his tip comes through to the other side, past your wet folds, the gust of air making it feel cold. He pulls back only to thrust forward again, not entering you but slowly fucking himself with your wetness.
Knives continues like that, rubbing his cock between your thighs while playing with you. He struggles to hold back, to not wake you up. His breaths get heavier, his body more rigid, until he can't help but lean even closer to you, his whole body starting to roll towards you. His hand that played with you grabs his pillow to put in front of your hips, slowly pushing you towards the mattress. He gets more desperate, his cock craving to plunge into you. The desire drives him to insanity; holding back and drawing it out is not in his nature, not for anyone except you, but even that has a limit. He moves you with him, pushing you onto your stomach with the pillow underneath you while he partially rolls on top of you. He straddles your legs, pushing your thighs together. His cock springs out as he repositions, his hand giving it a few firm pumps before helping it to align with your crack. His free hand spreads your cheek while the other helps to press his tip back into it, but this time angled enough to find your inviting entrance. As soon as he slips in, he lets out a satisfied sigh, his other hand also moving to your ass to squeeze your hip. He begins to move slowly, savoring every moment, the carefulness now gone as you stir from your sleep with a little tired moan.
His weight pushes your body into the sheets, your legs pinned underneath him as he moves inside you, filling you with the same delicious pleasure you felt in your dream. Your whole body feels hot, desperate, and glad to have him sink his cock deep inside you, his hips grinding against your ass as his hands slide upwards, grabbing your waist, his fingers digging into the softness of your flesh. It feels as if the pleasure has been collecting in your stomach for a while, his lengthy movements building towards a joyous tension. You grab handfuls of your bedsheet as you enjoy the way he fucks you. His movements are slow but forceful, his groin hitting your ass and pushing you forward into a state of pure ecstasy.
Knives bends forward, hunching over as his one hand brushes away the hair from your neck, his lips kissing your skin and sucking on it until bruises form. He slowly moves along your shoulder, his hunger growing the violence in his teeth until they dig into you. A yelp of pleasurable pain mixes with your moan as he marks you as his again.
It gets harder to breathe as his whole body presses you deeper into the bed, but it feels too good as he continues to pick up the pace and his movements become more urgent. He moans into your ear, his low voice carrying your name in a breathy whisper that sends shivers down your spine. He continues his assault on your senses, overwhelming you with pleasure that tangles into your tired mind. You feel yourself losing control, surrendering to the way he brings you to the edge of ecstasy. His hands roam your body, igniting every nerve ending with a fiery passion that leaves you gasping for more. The intensity of his touch pushes you over the edge, sending you spiraling into a blissful oblivion. You feel completely consumed by the pleasure, lost in the moment as you unravel, your body wriggling under his heaviness, your head turned to muffle the noise escaping your throat into the bedsheet. He doesn't stop, he doesn't show any mercy, each thrust forcing more air to exit your lungs. His weight is suddenly gone from your back, all of it concentrated on your ass as his hands spread you apart while he continues, his breath sounding ragged and heavy as he approaches his own climax.
Knives's hips slow down. Instead of relentless pounding, it is a lengthy thrust followed by a brief pause as he fills you with his hot seed. As your bodies tremble in the aftermath of passion, you both let out moans of joy, basking in the shared bliss. You sense the lava-like heat deep inside you as he empties his balls. You feel the twitches against your skin, and once he is done, he lies back on top of you, his dick still inside your overflowing cunt. You feel his mouth pressed against the spot behind your ear as you still struggle to catch your breath, the tiredness returning now that the high starts to dissolve. The wetness under your hips doesn't even bother you as you both lie there in the intimate aftermath.
Before the satisfaction can lull you to sleep, Knives rolls off you, but his arms hold you tight, taking you up with him. You cover his hands with yours, holding on to him the most you can. His embrace pulls you against his heaving chest, and you feel his cock slip from within you, followed by a gush of your mixed releases. You lay there in the darkness, completely spent, before falling asleep again, holding on to each other.