CW // NSFW
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I never imagined that burning someone's skin with a cigarette could feel so exhilarating. It's fascinating, disturbingly so. I don't know what's more unsettling, that I did it, or that I can't stop thinking about it. I should feel sick. Yet, I'm only left wondering why I don't.
So easy for me to handle, so easy for me to use. You've stopped fighting it, haven't you? That's better. This suits you far more than all that pointless resistance ever did. You were made for this, for me to take whenever I please.
This is exactly how I like my mornings to start, with you like this. A complete mess. Sweat-soaked, hair slicked down, shirt wrinkled, sheets tangled, everything damp. Pathetic. Miserable. Just the way I want you.
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All that talk, all that pride, and the first hint of temptation was enough to make your self-restraint crumble. I'd almost pity you if it weren't so embarrassingly amusing.
Your lips belong to me, only me. No one else gets to touch them, taste them, or claim them. They were made for my mouth alone, and I intend to keep it that way.
I miss the way your skin would bruise under my grip. I miss the feel of my teeth sinking into your neck. I miss leaving marks on you that lasted for days. I miss hurting you in the way you wanted to be hurt. I miss owning your pain.
Perhaps neither of us ever truly wanted it gone. A mark of pleasure, of violence, of desire, all bleeding into one. So why insist on wearing that mask of disdain? It's wasted on me. I know you far too well, better than most, perhaps even better than you know yourself.
Tell me, isn't it pain you've been chasing all along? Because part of you is still here. Your blood remains on my car seat, a reminder of the last time we fucked each other raw. I've never scrubbed it hard enough to erase it completely.