Anchor

The Edge

Trigger warnings: 18+ 

Contains: Sensory play, Primal
Spicy

A/n: Though this does not contain specific people, I do wonder who you picture while reading this

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It wasn't the first time I met them. In fact, it had been one of many. It wasn't the first time I've fucked them either. Yet every time I laid my eyes on their body, I felt my body tingle with anticipation. Just the thought of seeing them sent shivers down my spine.

But now, seeing their back arch off the bed as they held back a moan, that caught my breath. Only because I let one hand slide between their legs. Seeing their gorgeous light skin marked by my teeth and nails. I could smell the arousal in the air and on my fingers. My hand trailed back up, my nail lazily scratching their skin. Around the belly button. I placed both my hands on their belly, pressing down harder as I let my nails dig deeper in the skin. Following the contours of their body, I made my way up, watching in wonder as deep red lines appeared where my nails have been. Their body arched up again, forcing themselves harder into my fingers, groaning.

"Give me more." It wasn't a question, nor a request. They demanded it. They needed it. Ignoring the words, I followed my lazy attack up, until I reached their throat. My hand curled around, pushing just hard enough to let them know they were not in charge. All they had to do was follow. Feel. Let go. I straddled their hips. Their hands were in fists on the mattress, eyes closed. My other hand slid further up, resting on their cheek, my thumb on their jaw. Just that slight tap against their skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to draw their attention straight to me. The blue hues of their eyes focused on mine after just a second. I recognized a lust filled confusion, before I crashed my lips against theirs. Our tongues moved in unison, allowing their dance, their fight for dominance. I could taste their wants and needs, yet I gave nothing. Pulling away too fast, even for my taste, I pushed their face to the side, replacing the hand around their throat with my teeth. Hips bucked up at mine as my teeth sank in their fragile skin, a moan vibrated underneath my teeth.

Nails suddenly clawed in my shoulders, drawing warm, tingling patterns on my naked back, all the way down. My mouth left their throat, only to replace it with the soft tissue of their shoulder. Giving them more room to move, I felt the sharpness of their teeth scrape my own skin. I felt dizzy as I pushed my hips down to theirs in response. I wanted them. From the moment I found them naked in this bed, I knew my goal was to mount them, let myself sink deep inside them. Lose myself in a frenzy of lust. Not stopping until the sun would rise.

But not yet. No, not yet. No, for now, I wanted them to suffer for starting this without me. For marking their own skin, sensitizing it. For opening their legs and allowing themselves to get close to the edge. I forced my knee between those legs, pushing up until I felt their heat burn my skin. Another moan, deep and guttural. Hips that moved on their own accord, wetting my knee. Breathing sped up in line with the movements. Close. So close. Almost over the edge.

But no. Not yet. I removed my knee, earning a disappointed sigh. My grin remained unseen as my teeth moved to their belly, claiming the soft skin and decorating it with small nips and licks. Fingers found my hair, tugging and pulling, urging me to go lower. I complied, following invisible lines, inching my way down. Moans became more urgent the closer I got, fingers more demanding. Legs opened on their own accord, granting me access to their sweet spot. I was not done. Not yet. Instead of diving in, I moved to the side. The sensitive skin of their thighs lured me in. Their scent engulfed me as I lowered myself, licking just on the edge between their thighs and their core. Goosebumps arose on their skin as they shivered. My lips planted soft and gentle kisses on their way down, before I suddenly bit down. Hard. My fingers dug in their thighs to keep them from moving as I let go and bit down just a bit higher. They knew their other thigh will undergo the same treatment, as they started begging. Words were lost as my fingers distracted them just long enough. Just sliding close enough to feel the heat, to tease.

Their knees lifted to give me more space, but they would get nothing. Not yet. Soft kisses. Teeth. Nails. Licking. I needed them wanting. I wanted them to be so deliciously sore the next day. Bruised. Marked. I wanted them to be mine, completely mine. Leaving their thighs alone, I moved up suddenly. My whole weight on their body, pushing them down in the mattress, my hand yet again around their throat. Their breath hitched below my hand, heartrate high and uneven. They were close. So close to breaking.

"Tell me," I whispered, my tongue caressing the side of their ear. My hips pressed firmly against their core, but there was no room to move.

"Please." They sounded hoarse. I chuckled lowly, feeling them respond beneath me.

"Please what?" They wiggled a bit, trying to get a bit of friction. I pressed down harder.

"Fuck me." I hummed, nuzzling their hair, allowing myself to let go.

"Again." My voice was lower.

"Fuck me." Barely a whisper.

"Again." I growled.

"Fuck me." Desperation. I growled again. That's it.

I pushed myself off of them and flipped them over to their stomach. Without hesitation, I pulled their hips up and mounted them, entering from behind in one swift go. Heat surrounded me, blinded me. We moaned in unison. We were both craving more. My muscles moved on their own accord, forcing myself deeper inside. I needed them. My nails drew on their still untouched back. Not enough. Never enough. I sped up, slamming myself harsh inside this body below me. I pressed down between shoulder blades, making them completely helpless. What they wanted. What they had been searching for. Completely mine.

My arm curled around their chest, pulling them up so I could sink my teeth in that delicious skin. Words were said, but not heard. Not necessary. Just us. Them and me. As one.

Release came quick and heavy, with loud screams from their throat. They deserved it, being close to the edge. But not yet. Not me. A drop of sweat rolled down my back, tickling my skin. My muscles protested, but I held back. One more. They needed at least one more before I would give in. Their face was back in the blankets, muffling moans. That's it. So close now. My hand slid between their legs, forcing their body to respond. To me. To my demands.

They were shaking by the time I had decided it was enough. Uncontrollable shivers. Spasming around me. Focusing solely on myself now, I adjusted, finding just the right angle. Right there. Oh Gods. This was it. My body burned and ached in desperation to let go. Finding its release. Watching the muscles shift under my hands as I pulled them closer. Slamming inside. I wanted to be deeper. Throwing my head back, I grunted as I felt the need build fast. Tensing. Just a bit more. Unseeing eyes. My mind blank. This moment is all that existed. Their heat surrounding me. Their pants and moans coaxing me. Building until there is nothing to build. My body tightened as it let go, exploding, pouring myself deep inside. Claiming it. Mine. I was gone.

Panting we let ourself fall to the softness of the mattress. Both wet and slippery. I curled my arms around them, pulling their – no, my – body closer. Our legs entangled, arms clawing to get closer. As close as possible. Nuzzling their hair, I let the world around us disappear as I let myself drift off.