Dark | shawmila

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"Are you ok?" He whispered breathlessly.
"Mmm."
Shawn smiled, rubbing his nose against mine. His thumb brushed my cheek as he stared at me. The sparkling brown a comforting sight. A heavy sigh fell from his swollen lips before pressing them to mine. Our sweet kiss distracted me as I felt Shawn very gradually retract his hips, the softening length slipping from me. It felt nowhere near as alien as when Shawn had first entered me, my body was more accustomed to the uncomfortable feeling. Sharp, interrupted sounds puffed out of his mouth, gripping my hand as we became disconnected. Shawn almost looked a little relieved.
My muscles were sore as I let the comfort of the dark duvet relax me. I laid sprawled out, watching as Shawn rolled over to my side; long fingers hastily fumbled with the condom, chucking it into the bin. His curls were a mess. I couldn't help but smile at the knowledge I was the cause of the unruly sex hair currently adorning my boyfriend's head. Within seconds he was back with me. I felt as though I couldn't move, still slightly breathless with our heated activities. Large hands delicately caressed my body and Shawn got to work on kissing every inch of my sensitive skin; starting with my right shoulder, trailing down my bare entirety. Surprisingly, at that time, the embarrassment of being completely naked just didn't register .

I didn't seem to care. The only feeling I was experiencing was Shawn, his presence all encompassing. Lips, hands, curls, skin making contact. Shawn interlocked his fingers with my left hand, continuing to attentively worship my aching body.
"You did so well, Baby." He mumbled against me.
Dark ringlets tickled against my stomach, lips sprinkling affection just above my naval, then round to the side, kisses to my right hip. The warmth of his touch soothed my muscles, sliding his large hand up my thigh as he continued to gravitate towards my left hip. My mind denied me the time to think before nearly crushing his long fingers between mine. My fear of him catching sight of the bruises that would have inevitably formed with his previously harsh touch. He didn't need to see that. Shawn's actions immediately ceased to stare up at me, eyes wide with concern. Full lips pouted to question my sudden need for him to stop, but no words escaped.
"Shawn." I whispered.
My fingers were gently squeezed in reassurance, his beautiful face appearing above mine. I quietly giggled as his nose nudged my cheek; Shawn clearly relieved I was still smiling. Kisses were sponged to my jaw and down my neck. His swollen lips trailing over my chest, grazing my nipple with the tip of his tongue. My whimper caused Shawn to emit a raspy laugh. He peered at me through his thick lashes.
"Will you lay with me?" My voice timid.
"It would be my pleasure." His tone honest.
Warmth tingled through my aching entirety with Shawn's raspy words. He smiled, lightly kissing my lips before taking up the position to my right. The fluffy throw at the end of the bed was tugged up over us. Fingers still interlocked. My legs curled up underneath me, the warmth of the cover concealing our naked bodies. He shuffled closer, both of us on our sides as we quietly stared at each other. My mind mapped out the details of his stunning features, right down to the small freckle to the left of his mouth. His deep chuckle made me laugh as I poked the adorable indent on his cheek.
We'd just made love. A truth I was still attempting to get my head round. I felt sore, speechless, content. But a small part of me was still covertly aware of the certain darkness that Shawn had unknowingly struggled to control during our intimate connection.
And that scared me.
***
Shawn's POV

Camila shifted beside me. I could tell she was a little tender from the way she moved. Her muscles sore as she attempted to sit up. She was trying to hide the discomfort she must have been feeling. The hurt I had unintentionally caused her. My mind flashed, placing my hand to her shoulder, guiding her back to the warmth of the bed as I leaned over her.
"What is it? What do you need?" I gushed.
I was determined to take care of her; wanting to ease her discomfort in any way possible.
"Shawn, it's fine." She spoke, her torso rising a second time before I prevented her, my hand pressing to her shoulder once again. I had taken notice of Camila's stubborn nature, despite being quieter than most of the girls I had been with she was definitely one of the strongest.
"I'll get whatever you need." I explained.
My gaze searched her face as she remained silent. Long, dark waves covering the pillow, she looked so beautiful. I lowered my head, kissing her lips. The covers rested on her chest as it rose and fell gradually. As I drew back a slight blush crept onto her cheeks, avoiding my eye contact.
"Camila."
She turned her head. Her voice was small as she mumbled into the pillow. I laughed, prying the shield away from her.
"What was that?" I peered at her expectantly.
She wiggled slightly, adjusting the throw on her chest. Camila still avoided my gaze.
"My knickers..can I put my knickers back on?" She spoke, a little embarrassed.
She glanced at me as I let out a laugh.
"You're so cute." I grinned, placing a kiss to her cheek.
After retrieving the lace from the floor, the covers were peeled back and I aided in smoothly pulling them up Camila's legs, eyes locked on her face. A small smile crept onto her features as I instructed her to raise her hips, allowing me to pull the underwear up under the soft curve of her backside.
I followed suit, covering my lower half as I tugged my boxers on. But during my momentary distraction, Camila had taken the opportunity to remove herself from the safe warmth of our cuddling under the duvet.
"Where are you going?"
She glanced back, brushing strands of hair back from her vision.
"To have a shower."
"Oh, ok." I awkwardly took a seat on the end of the mattress, unsure of what to do.
I'd never really been like this around a girl before. Camila was my weakness. I needed her.
My curls flopped down over my forehead as I fumbled with my fingers. I attempted to fight the smile curving on my lips as a pair of small feet came to stand in front of me. She wiggled her toes, the navy polish glittering in the dim light.
"Nice colour." I complemented from a second time that night.
My eyes found her face as she curiously peered at me. Camila's long, dark hair concealed her breasts, the length cascading over her shoulders. I stood from my seated position, my height shadowing over her, both of us in just our underwear. But my smile faded, expression transforming into something of confusion as I tilted my head. My eyes had fallen to her hip, small dotted bruises marked her perfect skin.
"What..I.?" I stuttered.
My vision flicked to her face momentarily before returning to her side. Seconds later Camila had caught up with my curious observation. Her small hand hastily travelled to cover the brandishing marks, but I caught it before she could. I was almost certain I hadn't seen them before. Camila was always bumping into things, tripping over her feet, or thin air more often than not. But realisation hit me hard as I studied the formation of the bruises. My touch hesitantly rose to her hip, heart sinking as I placed my fingers and thumb over the impacts. They fitted perfectly. It was me, I'd caused that.
"I-I didn't..." My head shook, curls falling round my face before I shoved them back.
I couldn't remember touching Camila there. And even if I did, I wouldn't have bruised her. My breathing increased, eyes desperately finding her blue ones in search of an answer that she left unspoken.
"Was that me?"
Camila bit her lip, vision straying from my own as she grasped my hand, encouraging it away from her body to hold in hers. Why wasn't she answering me? Each of my fingertips were pressed to her pink lips in turn, kissing at the pads.
"Tell me, please." I begged.
She gave me a small nod in confirmation, the gesture causing my body to flood with guilt. What had I done? Camila was so small. Why hadn't she told me I was hurting her at the time?
"I'm so sorry." I pleaded.
"It's alright." She weakly smiled.
But it wasn't alright. I could tell the beautiful girl stood in front of me was withholding information, an explanation for my painful actions.
"What happened?" I whispered, almost afraid of the answer.
She seemed a little reluctant to reveal the truth to the marks I had inflicted on her left hip. Camila's thumb brushed my knuckles as she warily looked up to me. Her face full of worry. I watched as she steadily absorbed the air around her, almost as if she was drawing strength.
"Shawn, your eyes.." She quietly began. "T-They were black." Camila paused, swallowing as she stared at me. "Y-You.."
Her head fell down still tightly holding onto my fingers. My heart was anxiously racing, impatiently waiting for Camila to finish. My free hand cupped her chin, encouraging her to raise her vision to me once again. I silently willed her to continue.
"You held me down." Camila whispered.
My body flooded with emotion, not prepared for her answer. I didn't need to hear anymore.
"No." My voice cracked as I frantically shook my head.
My arms wrapped around her, tugging her small frame into me. The warmth of her body tingled across my skin, before chilling me. I'd hurt her.
"I can't tell you how sorry I am...That should never have happened. Not with you Camila."
A heart-clenching thought sprung into my mind. If I couldn't remember bruising her, what else had I been capable of in my darkened state? I heavily swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Was I rough?" I mumbled into her hair.
Her silence was all the confirmation I needed.
"Shit." I cursed, squeezing my eyes closed. "Oh god...Camila, that was your first ti.." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
It pained me to think that had been her first experience of sex. This had happened before with other girls; but I had never been with anyone remotely similar to Camila. She was innocent. I had been her first time for practically everything. I had lost control.
A number of females had commented after, on my sudden turn whilst we were tangled between the sheets. Some even openly encouraging the darkness out of me. That side of me went hard and deep, something a lot of girls found arousing to say the least. But I had little connection with that part of me; most of the time I was unable to recall what happened during sex. They wanted me rough, uncompromising as I held them down and forced them to reach their shattering orgasm.
I was broken out of my erratic thoughts as Bo placed her hand on my bare chest. Her smile confused me. She should have been terrified.
"You came back to me." She spoke, attempting to lift my frown.
"What do you mean?"
Her fingers rose to brush against my cheek. The comforting gesture was gentle, calming. I loved how she was so careful with me. Nobody had really treated me with as much affection before.
"I touched your face."
Her index ran over my lashes.
"Your eyes...you came back to me."
Camila's words took me a little by surprise. Not once had someone been able to control the darkness that commandeered my body, not even myself. Normally I wouldn't stop until one of us had climaxed.
"I'd always come back to you." I whispered whilst raising her hand to kiss.
***
Camila's POV
I closed the bathroom door behind me, turning the shower on to warm the water. My fingers carefully looped into my knickers, smoothly sliding them to the floor. But my chest seemed to tighten as I absorbed the sight of blood. I gulped, breath hitching before kicking the underwear to the side with my foot.
Steam was billowing out from behind the curtain, the heat of the water cascading over my sore muscles and soaking my hair. There was no need to turn. I knew exactly who it was as the flimsy barrier was drawn back. His overwhelming presence felt in the small space even before our wet skin made contact. Large hands caressed my sides, encouraging me back into his body. Kisses were pressed to my shoulders as wet curly hair tickled against my neck. I spun in his hold, desperate to see his face. Ringlets clung to his drenched skin before I pushed them back. Bright brown eyes sparkled at me, his grin erupting butterflies in my stomach.
"Hello Beautiful." Shawn's raspy voice spoke.
I smiled, reaching round him from the shower gel. I wanted to wash him, feel his toned body beneath my fingertips as I kissed at his jaw. But he wouldn't let me. A sweet peck was stolen from my lips before he took the bottle from me, squirting a small amount onto his palm and rubbing his hands together.
"Turn around for me, Baby."
I complied with his request, facing the tiled wall. He nudged my head to the side, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I stood as he began to carefully wash my aching entirety, hoping to ease the discomfort he had caused. Shawn caressed my body, his touch igniting the smell of coconut. I whimpered as his palms gently massaged my breasts. Soap covering the skin, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my taut nipples. He attended to my chest longer than someone just wishing to wash my body. Aware of the pleasure he was sparking though my core with his simple touch.
"Good girl." He whispered.
His hands then skimmed down my sides, taking time to delicately rub over my hips, my stomach, my bottom. I gasped in appreciation as my backside was cupped, hands squeezing and kneading at the cheeks. We stood under the steamy water, strong arms encircled around my waist as the fragrant soap washed away. A gasp escaped my lips as Shawn unexpectedly trailed down to slip his long fingers between my thighs. His husky voice reassured me, keeping me pressed to his front as he gently explored. I whimpered as his tips made contact with my entrance, still sore from his last intrusion. My vision dropped down as he withdrew his presence. Wet hair cascading over my front.
"Shit" Shawn guiltily whispered into the skin of my neck.
I knew he had seen. My smaller hand gripped his, guiding it under the raining water. The blood washed away from his tips down the plug hole. He cuddled me into his naked body, gently urging me to spread my legs a little wider with his thigh. My back remained pressed to his chest.
"Please, let me make you feel good." He almost begged. "Just here." His index lightly pressed to my clitoris. "Nowhere else."
He took my lack of response as consent. Shawn began to gently rub over the sensitive nub. His skilled fingers focusing on only one area as he whispered sweet things into my ear. My tiring body was held to his, kissing at my neck and over my shoulder. My arm drifted up, hooking around the back of his neck, fingertips pressing into his nape. I could feel his increasingly stiff erection pressing into my back. The sound of me whimpering his name obviously exciting the curly haired guy who continued to pleasure me. The water still showered over us, the soft noises escaping both of our lips would have been concealed to anyone else.
"Camila." Shawn breathlessly whispered.
I could feel the intense burning start to spread in my stomach, long fingers still attentively caressing the need between my legs. His alternating speed and pressure left me gasping for breath. But it felt different this time. I was weaker, my weight desperately finding support on his flexed arm as I remained clasping his nape. Shawn's muscles strained as he held me. I was going to fall, not sure how much longer I could stand, the pleasure building inside of me. My mind was swirling, unable to focus on anything. My body flushed with heat, the steam from the hot water increasing the already soaring temperature. His touch was everywhere, overwhelming. It was too much. The intensity was too much.
A ringing in my ears began before I gripped his forearm in a desperate attempt to get him to cease his relentless actions. Fingers now fisting the small curls at Shawn's nape.
"S-Shawn." I whimpered.
He didn't hear me. The sound of gushing water masking my plea. My touch tightened with his name. I knew what was imminently going to arrive, this had happened before. It was a horrible experience I had had the displeasure of feeling a few too many times. My eyelashes fluttered as I attempted to fight it off, but was I left defeated.
"I'm going to pass out." I desperately told Shawn.
"Camila." He gushed.
His arm constricted, holding me close to him, but it was too late. My body slumped, knees buckling as I collapsed back into Shawn.
***
"Camila." A male voice whispered.
My eyes fluttered open as strands of wet hair were brushed back from my face. I felt disorientated, my head still spinning. I peered up to find Shawn hovering over me, his damp ringlets hanging round his face. The flecks in his bright eyes seemingly more prominent as he stared at me.
"Hello, Beautiful." He smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"Better." I quietly replied.
His posture relaxed a little with my reassurance. Shawn grinned at me, dimples popping in his cheeks as he indulged in a private joke.
"What?" I questioned.
He shook his head before sparkling Brown eyes locked with mine.
"That's never happened to me before. A girl passing out, mid-orgasm." He chuckled.
"Don't flatter yourself, it was just too hot in there."
It was then I realised that we were back in my room. I was wearing Shawn's t shirt and a pair of new knickers. He'd dressed me and laid me back on the duvet. I couldn't fight the shy blush that crept onto my cheeks.
"Did you dress me?" I asked what appeared blatantly obvious.
He licked his full lips round before giving me a small nod. My arm came up to cover over my eyes as I groaned in embarrassment. I heard him laughing as he pried it away.
"Camila, we had sex, and we just showered together. I think it's pretty safe to say I've seen you naked before."
"That was different, I was conscious." I whined.
Shawn laughed at my complaint, lowering his face to mine.
"Don't worry, I didn't peek....much." He cheekily spoke.
"Ugh, Shawn !" I batted him away.
"Alright, alright." He chuckled, trapping my wrists in his large hands to prevent me from wriggling away. "Let's go to bed, Baby."
I allowed him to pick me up once again, my arms drifting up to his neck as he gently placed me into the warm confines of my bed. He climbed in after me, settling down and tugging the covers up. But I flinched as he caught hold of my hip to encourage me closer. He must have forgotten about my injury.
Shawn heavily sighed, big brown eyes peering at me.
"I'm sorry." He spoke quietly.
The sincerity in his voice made my heart clench. I knew he was apologising for everything; his short burst of seemingly uncontrollable darkness, unintentionally hurting me, my little fainting episode. This had been the most eventful night of my life, not forgetting the fight Shawn had walked away victorious from.
"I have to remember how fragile you are."
I smiled, taking his large hand in mine.
"J-Just please, be gentler with me...at least until I get used to it, Shawn."
He looked almost childlike as he nodded, curls obscuring his vision before I pushed them back. His full lips pressing to the inside of my wrist.
"Anyone else would have been out the door by now." He spoke.
I glanced down the bed as I pondered over his comment. We were both laid closely together on our backs. I wriggled my toes underneath the cover, giggling as Shawn mirrored my actions. His legs were so much longer than my own. I turned my head to see him curiously peering at me.
"I could still make a run for it, you know."
I knew he saw through my faltering expression, teasing increasing clear, his eyes sparkling in amusement. His larger frame rolled to the side, fingers tracing up and down my arm under the covers.
"Oh baby, you and I both know you can't outrun me." He smirked.
I found it difficult not to stupidly smile at his playful tone. We had tested this idea a number of times before and on every occasion Shawn had proven to be the more athletic out of the two of us. But I put that down to his never-ending legs and muscled physique.
"I'd hide." I retaliated.
He ceased the stroking of his fingertips, bare chest pressing to my skin as his plump lips travelled to my ear.
"I'd find you." Shawn's raspy voice whispered, not missing a beat as the humour drained from his tone. "Always."
The words held so much meaning, my heart thumping at their depth. I had no doubt he would stop at nothing to search for me. And the idea of someone going to those lengths to find me did strangely warming things to my insides. It had to mean something, surely. But what struck me more was that I would do exactly the same for him. I never wanted Shawn to leave me, the thought made me feel desperately empty.
I hadn't noticed my emotions spilling over my cheeks until Shawn's thumb gently wiped away the small tears.
"What's wrong?" His raspy voice full of concern.
"Nothing." I shook my head, weakly smiling.
He inquisitively tilted his head to the side, an adorable expression on his face before he pressed his lips to mine. I began to giggle as kisses were dotted all over my face, hands lightly batting him away. Shawn laughed, pecking me a final time on the mouth. I entwined our legs, lightly nudging my thigh between his, wanting to be as close as physically possible to the boy I had given everything to.
"It's late, Love. Go to sleep." His arms wrapped round me, our faces close on the pillow.
I couldn't prevent the smile spreading on my lips as he lightly tapped me on the nose, before rubbing it against his own. He squeezed me, Shawn's warmth comforting my aching body as I cuddled into him. I felt safe.
"I've got you." He whispered before my eyes fell closed.