(Arata)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
He peeled my trousers off my body in a slow, excruciating style, except for my panties. This man, whom I believed to be so cold, handled me as if I was made up of glass.
I knew I was hurt, and he was being cautious, but man, was he gentle.
My mind wondered if he was like that with all his lovers or if he was just being careful with me.
His gaze was so hypnotic, slowly taking me in.
"Touch me, I won't break," I requested in a desperate voice, watching the slithering snake coiled on his neck as he kneeled between my legs.
He smiled, like a rare black rose. If I was a blue one he was definitely black, even rarer than me.
"I am going to be doing much more than touching, so relax and enjoy the journey, Arata."
His hand reached out and grabbed my right ankle. Picking it up he brought it closer to his mouth and began to slowly kiss, starting from the center of my heel.
