The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the city outside. Tesmee was pressed against the wall, his hands moving all over her like he couldn't get enough. He kissed her everywhere, neck, collarbone,biting just enough to make her shiver. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Ahh," she let out,a breathy moan that only seemed to fuel him more. Without warning, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Their kiss grew faster, rougher. His nails scratched along her thighs while she gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer.
Tesmee didn't hold back,she ripped his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He settled her on the bed, his chest bare and hard beneath her fingers as she ran her nails down his muscles, feeling every curve and edge, neither of them wanted to stop.
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I'll make you mine all night… and every night after."
Tesmee felt the pull as he wrapped a hand in her hair, a little rough, a little possessive, before his mouth crashed back onto hers with a hunger that made her whole body tense. His other hand slid down slowly, fingers tracing her inner thigh, teasing, making her breath catch.
"Ahh…" she gasped, hips shifting involuntarily.
Without another word, he moved lower, lips trailing kisses down her body. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, eyes locked on hers as he pulled them down and off. Her breath hitched again as he lifted her hips slightly and kissed her inner thigh, soft at first… then deeper, more intense.
Her fingers tangled into his hair, head falling back as a moan escaped her lips louder, raw.
She was losing herself in his touch. Completely.
His tongue moved with more purpose now ,slow at first, then deeper, hungrier.
Tesmee's moans grew louder, unable to hold back the sounds escaping her. Her toes curled tight, and she clutched the sheets with one hand like she was hanging onto reality. The other hand stayed tangled in his hair, pressing him closer as waves of sensation built inside her.
"Ahh fuck…" she cried out again, breathless, her back arching slightly off the bed.
She didn't care if he heard everything in her voice the surrender, the craving, the rush. She was too far gone to pretend otherwise.
He didn't stop.
About ten minutes later, when he was certain she'd given in completely mind, body, and breath he finally lifted his head. His lips traced a warm path up her body, every kiss deliberate, every glance a silent promise. When he reached her face, he met her eyes before slipping her dress off with steady hands.
She undid his belt, his trousers sliding off along with his last barriers. Nothing between them now. Just skin, warmth, and something unspoken pulling them deeper.
Their lips met again, hungrier this time. A quiet groan rumbled from his chest. He paused, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear, holding her gaze.
"You ready, mama?" he asked gently, his voice low and serious.
Tesmee gave a small nod.
He moved slowly at first. Her breath hitched, her body tensing. "Ahh… no," she moaned softly, unsure if it was pain or something more.
"Shhh…" he whispered near her ear, his hand cradling the back of her head.
Her nails gripped his back, dragging down hard as she tried to ground herself through the waves, part ache, part fire.
He moved with control, easing into a rhythm. Her moans mixed with the silence, soft and raw.
He picked up the pace, his movements growing rougher, deeper. Tesmee's moans filled the room, louder now , raw, uncontrolled. But even in the haze of pleasure, there was a fire in her. She didn't lose herself.
With a sudden twist of her hips and a push, she turned him over, taking control and settling on top. Her movements were slow, deliberate, winding her hips with the kind of grace that only came from a woman who knew her power.
His hands roamed over her body like he was memorizing her shape, groaning softly, eyes locked on her, like she was something unreal. Like he couldn't believe she was real. "Mhh. Dammit....mama..."
In that moment, with her above him, the soft light brushing against her skin, he didn't feel in control anymore. He felt like he had already won the rarest thing in the world , and he never wanted to let go. He's already claimed her, made her his and there was no way she would ever get a chance to slip away.
In the morning.
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the sheets. Tesmee lay on his chest, her leg draped over him, her breathing slow and even. He was already awake had been for a while his fingers gently tracing patterns through her hair, nails lightly brushing her scalp.
She stirred with a quiet moan, her body shifting slightly before her eyes blinked open. Lifting her head, she met his gaze with a sleepy smirk.
"You were better than what I expected," she murmured, voice husky from sleep.
He raised a brow, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "I don't even wanna know what you expected."
They both chuckled softly, the same line echoing back from last night, this time slower, more intimate, more real.
"You're indeed something else," he said, eyes scanning her like he was still memorizing every inch.
"Maybe more," Tesmee replied, stretching slightly as she started to slide out of bed.
Before her feet could touch the floor, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back, pinning her down beneath him.
"Where do you think you're going?" he said, hovering over her.
"We're done here. What's the deal?" Her voice was calm, almost amused.
"I told you last night," he said, tone colder now. "You're mine , even in the nights that follow."
Tesmee's eyes narrowed, her voice sharp. "You don't own me, boy."
He stared at her, silence settling in like a weight between them. His gaze turned darker, his hand still holding her down.
"You're mine," he said, low and firm.
"In your dreams," she muttered, trying to push him off.
But he held her in place a moment longer, leaning closer. "You'll get used to this over time, gorgeous. You're mine. And if someone else touches what's mine..."
He scoffed as if imagining what he might do to them.
She cut him off, lifting her knee slightly in warning. "Say another word like that, and I'll remind you exactly who you're dealing with."
He smirked, the tension breaking. Then he let her go.
Tesmee rolled out from under him and stood, cool and unbothered, grabbing her dress from the floor. "Good. Try to a shower and wash that little obsession drawing in."
Steam curled in the bathroom as Tesmee stepped into the shower, the water hitting her skin in rhythmic splashes.
He stayed in bed, arms folded behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it held all the answers.
>She thinks this is just a night... just a dance and a bed.
She has no idea...
If anyone touches her friend, lover, stranger, I'll divide them out of her life like they never existed.
She's not "mine" in the poetic sense. She is mine , full stop.<
His gaze moved toward the bathroom door, a quiet intensity sharpening his jaw.
She'll see. Sooner or later, she'll understand , there's no equation where she walks away.
Meanwhile…
Elizabeth stood in the kitchen, sipping hot coffee in her oversized tee, scrolling on her phone. The morning light filtered in lazily through the curtains.
Tyric walked in dressed in his crisp charcoal suit, jacket hanging open, tie half-knotted like he was mid-thought. He gave her a once-over and smirked.
"You came back early last night," he said casually, walking to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
Elizabeth glanced up, lips curled in a cheeky grin.
"Well… Tesmee ditched me."
"She what?"
"Yeah," she said, stretching her arms. "Left with some mysterious guy. Looked like mafia… or something worse. I couldn't tell. Tall. Silent. Deadly aura."
Tyric raised a brow. "Sounds about right."
"She'll be fine," Elizabeth added. "We had a bet, if she lost her virginity last night, I win. So, technically… I did."
Tyric chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"You two are dangerous together," he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead.