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Scarlett makes you work hard for her moans. You have to put in every effort to please her, to shock her—make her feel to hear her voice strain in pleasure.

She's so collected...it takes everything to break her open.

But luckily, I'm rebellious, one of my worst traits. And persistent like a dog after a bone I can't be satiated until I have my prize.

"Can I stay for the night?" I ask, my breath fanning her pussy. She shaved. I wonder why.

"No."

I sigh. Her body twitches at the feeling but she's still quiet.

"You're so cruel. And when I'm so good to you," I cluck kissing her gently.

A sharp breath leaves her lips. You have to catch her off guard. It's the only way to get her to unleash. So I wait. I watch her body start to sink into the bed, too tired to hold herself up anymore.

Then I strike.

She's hungry for me, her toes curling legs wrapping around my neck eagerly, wanting more. But still, no sound.

That's okay though. I'm not opposed to hard work.

I devour her, take everything she has, even when her fingers rake my back, even as her fingers sink into my hair, takes control of me.

Her chest heaves, her hands fall to her sides. Her eyes closed, back arching off the bed. Every part of her is soft somehow. I grip her thigh, keep her open to me.

She's frantic now. She doesn't like losing control, that's why she hates me. Her breathing is uneven now, and I keep at it, taking all she has and all she is.

I know nearly nothing about this woman. Just the taste of her skin, the feeling of her flesh, of her lips, of her insides.

But nothing else.

I don't mind. Because right now, she's mine.

I pull back. She's shaking, eyes flying open at the sudden loss. Her eyes fix on mine.

I cock my head. "Hm? Did you want something?"

"You fucking asshole," she breaths.

"You look so pretty,"

Her chest heaves. Her fingers grip the edge of the bed. She flops her head back, staring at the ceiling, sealing herself off.

Not so fast.

"You want me, don't you?" I ask.

"I don't need you."

"That's not what I asked. You want me; don't you?"

She swallows but doesn't meet my eyes. "Give me what I want."

I can't help but laugh. I don't know who's more stubborn, her or me. We're a match made in hell—it's why we only meet in the dark.

It suits us.

"You know I don't take orders." I whisper.

She's closing more. She doesn't work hard for things like pleasure it's not enough, it seems. I don't know what she works hard for—I guess not to feel.

"Ah—where are you going?"

"Nowhere—"

I kiss her once more, lick her, just enough for the taste of her to christen my tongue, enough for her to need more.

"Look at me,"

She closes her eyes harder, squeezing them shut. I smile. How immature.

"Scarlett, look at me. Look me in the eyes,"

Her eyes open, she meets mine. "There you are. Good. I'm proud of you, Scarlet." I kiss her. "I know how hard it is for you to let go."

She throws her arm over her eyes. "Don't say things like that to me." She whispers desperately.

But why wouldn't I when she sounds like that? But it's still not enough yet.

"But you're so beautiful, Scarlet," I kiss her inner thigh.

She shudders. Almost there...

Scarlet finally meets my eyes. She surrenders first. I've won.

"Give me what I want,"

I smirk. "I guess that's as close to obedience I'll get from you, hm?"

"Obedi—"

I return to my work, such glorious work. I'm starved for her, so I eat my fill. The moon is the only witness, other than me to the way she comes undone.

Her body shakes, toes curling, her grip on my shoulders and my hair unshakable. And then I hear it. That melodious moan, her body releasing all stress, all thought in the face of pure pleasure.

Her voice is soft, you'd have to be this close to hear it. But it's beautiful. A shuddered breath, a little whimper, all she pulls me closer.

I lick my plate clean, I always do.

Scarlet isn't as quiet. Now she's even more hungry. In moments like this, her eyes shine with something I can't place. I like it.

"Does it feel good?" I rise from between her legs, pulling her hips to the edge. I stand upright.

She's silent.

"Answer," I demand, unbuckling my pants. "Or you get nothing else from me."

Her eyes drop down to my waistband.

Will she call my bluff? Will I leave without feeling her from the inside?

"Then go." She sits up, pressing her feet against my chest, pushing me away gently. "Leave."

Fuck. I lick my lips. "I will."

She raises her head, proud, unbreakable, looking down at me as she so often does, even when looking up.

"Do it. Your clothes are over there."

I take my bottom lip into my mouth. She always does this. She can't stand not to be in control, no matter how much I wrestle it from her.

I take her foot into my hands, fall to my knees. What else can I do. I kiss it gently. She perfumes them, she takes such good care of herself.

"Why do you do this to me?"

She pushes me away with her foot again, and looks past me at the moon.

"Because...you deserve it."

"For what crime?"

She glanced back at me. "Arrogance."

I chuckle. "Guilty. But will you pardon me anyway? You know I have...so much to offer."

She rolls her eyes. But she leans back. "Don't disappoint me."

"Have I ever?"

I finish undressing. I can't tell if I won or lost our little battle but it doesn't really matter. Being inside her is reward enough.

She's still slick, ready, pulsing for me. Her eyes follow the spattering of dark hair, leading down to what she wants.

I twitch under her gaze. It's hot, like coals everywhere her eyes touch.

"But you have to give me control. You know that," I murmur, pulling her back to the edge. "You know how good it feels."

I press my hand under back, lifting her up. She wraps her hands around my neck, burying her face in my neck.

I wonder if she's hiding from the moon?

I press against her, warm against warm, heat swaddling us. Her breath shakes against my skin.

She squeezes me tighter.

I press into her, further into the warmth—the heat of her. So hot, so good. She wraps around me, a hug, her body pulling me in, deeper.

Our hips meet. I press my face into her neck, too, holding her the same way she holds me, hiding from the moons gaze too.

This is not meant to be bathed in light. Only darkness, heat, and need.

We stay that way for a minute. Pressed together, intertwined. We're no longer two, just one, merged into on another's body.

"It feels good," she whispers in my ear, pulling me even closer. "It feels so good."

I smile, and lean into whisper in her ear. "But I haven't done anything yet."

"You arrogant prick," she chuckles. "You really—"

I pull away and slam back inside. Her whimper turns into a moan. Caught her off guard. I win.

"You really—"

I do it again. This time, she shudders, and I stay close. I want to know how rebellious she wants to be tonight. Sometimes she's an easy nut to crack—but it's rare.

Looks like tonight is on hard mode.

"Do you want to keep provoking me? I can do this all night."

I hug her tight to me, feel her heard pounding against mine. "Being inside you is my greatest pleasure. I don't want to leave."

She kisses my cheek, like Judas did to Christ. "Then die,"

I chuckle. "You just have to one up me."

She laughs too, a sound I don't hear often but always save in my mind.

"So...will you keep playing games? Or give us both what we want?" She asks. "Because in a minute I'll need a smoke break."

I pull out of her for a moment. "Because you need something to do?"

She smirks. "Do you wanna be something? Or nothing?"

And that's enough. I don't slam into her, no. It’s too brutal, you can't catch her off guard with brutality.

It's the kindness that gets her.

"Something," I sink into her, slowly, letting her pull me in. "I want to be something. Please?"

It's desperate enough to earn her benevolence.

Her eyes roll back in her head, she holds me closer. Slow and tortuous is the pace now, making her savor ever bit of me, draining all defiance.

Her eyes have glazed over, hands grasping at me.

"More?" I ask. "Faster?"

She nods frantically. "Please."

It's rewarding, the work. All caution is thrown to the wind now, I pick her up, holding her up, the edge of the bed abandoned for my grip.

She doesn't question my strength. It isn't the first time. She pulls herself up on my shoulders, using me for leverage to get after what she wants.

My hands roam her body, desperate to feel every single part of her, soft and perfumed, glowing. Beautiful. Lovely.

There's nothing like her, and I've been everywhere.

"Scarlet," I murmur. "Let me stay the night,"

She huffs, her legs shaking. "No."

I throw her on the bed and work harder to get my yes.