A Kind of Narcotics Made For Him Only

Warning: NSFW Content Ahead. Not safe to be read during Ramadhan fasting.

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She was thrown to the bed and Rainier climbed above her. Gwen felt breathless already, because he stared at her so intensely that she wished to close her eyes.

Rainier reached a hand and touched her face, running his fingertips on it, as if testing whether she was real, or was she just a figment of his imagination.

"I can't remember how it was before you," he confessed. "And I think I'll really be a demon if you leave me."

When they're alone, Gwen stopped thinking, and only followed her heart. It's the best way. Her life was nothing like she planned, and perhaps there were many things about him that she still didn't know, but to pretend she didn't want to be with him was useless.

"I want to stay," she replied.

He swallowed, before he bent down and kissed her, all starving lips and tongue, drinking her up like the world would end if he stopped.

He's selfish in bed, always seeking out for his own pleasure first. But when she began to accept him, she realized that for the past six months, she had been the source of his pleasure, and he sought it from no one else.

She tried to kiss him back, but her effort was weak compared to his hunger, and she ended up giving in to his needs. She enjoyed it, though.

His hands touched her everywhere, then his lips turned to her neck and bare shoulders, spreading kisses. She was flipped to her chest and he opened the zipper at the back of her gown, his palms then found her breasts, cupping and massaging them as he licked the side of her neck and shoulder.

Her head reeled and she shivered, as his tongue was wicked, expertly licking her where she'd react best. He slipped a hand into her corset to find a nipple and thumbed it, making her jolted. He squeezed that breast and she gasped, before she turned around and reached for his face, than began kissing him.

He pulled her to his lap and turned her corset around to find the hooks, then took it off of her. She's immediately pushed back on the bed, as he devoured her breasts with his mouth, licking around then sucking at her nipples one after the other.

Their heartbeats sped up and the adrenaline rush was crazy.

He stripped off, as she watched him with bated breath.

Once he's bare, he returned between her legs, kneeling down and staring at her.

She's topless, with faded lipstick and messy hair, the citrine jewels set were still on, her breasts heaving up and down.

He thought finding satisfaction from just one woman was only a myth. Then he discovered her, and it was game over.

He pulled her gown and panties off of her feet, pushed her thighs opened, and positioned himself on her opening. Their gazes locked as he pushed inside, then slowly sank himself within.

He pushed then pulled, going in and out of her warmth. It felt so incredible that he had to close and open his eyes while moaning above her.

She watched him moving, as pleasure spread from her core and out to all the pores in her body.

She put her hands on his arms, went up and up to reach hold on to his shoulders.

He moved faster, and she lifted her legs.

He pressed her body with his, wanting to feel every inch of her beneath him, and she hugged him, her arms went around his neck, her legs around his waist.

"So fucking sweet," he blurted, as he moved harder, making her moaned louder.

Everything heightened to a nearly unbearable degree. Gwen wondered, could she die because of feeling too much pressure? He filled and touched her so well deep inside, making her lost her mind.

The sheets moved like water beneath them, and her delicious body tensed nearing her release. He needed to hear her scream that night, so he moved harder and harder, and was rewarded with her scream as she climax.

It felt like jumping from a very tall building, straight to an explosion of fireworks in seven colors. It's so good, so good, so good, until she threw her head back and arched her body beneath him.

He watched her obsessively, listening to each sound she made, and feeling all her shudders from the inside.

Once she finished shaking, he said, "I want you standing against the wall."

She blinked, trying to breathe properly, as she felt him detaching them, and the wetness within her leaked to her legs.

He pulled her until she sat up, then guided her to stand on the bed, and brought her forward, until she held on to the wall, her back facing him. He led her length then entered her, as she closed her eyes. It felt different in that position, it felt forbidden.

He began moving behind her, his chest rubbing against her back, his hands swiping against her body in possessive thoroughness.

She's hot, sweaty, and willing in front of him, her butt bouncing against him, driving him crazy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room loudly, mixing with the sounds of their moans, groans, and fast breathing.

"Rainier. God..."

"Gwen. Darling."

She turned and they kissed, as he moved steadily behind her.

He palmed her breast and teased her folds, making her trembled and climaxed once more.

Then he thrust into her over and over again, more strength and lust than rhythm, his grunts getting louder and louder, before finally coming, shuddering behind her and saying, "Yes, fuck, yes......"

She's crushed onto the wall with his body, but she didn't complain, feeling how hard he trembled and how loud he groaned in satisfaction.

Once he's spent, they collapsed together onto the bed.

Rainier closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sex with Gwen Hamilton always made him felt so content. He felt a lot calmer afterwards, and his mind cleared.

"You must be a narcotic created for me, Gwen Hamilton."

"What....the hell.....are you talking about, Rainier Hansen?"

"Maybe this is how drugs feel. During the sex I felt high, and afterwards, my mind cleared. No wonder people can get addicted."

"You're comparing me with narcotics. Am I supposed to feel flattered?"

"You're the best kind of cocaine."

She snorted.

"I'm never checking-in to a rehab. I'll just let myself be more and more addicted."

She turned to him, not believing the way he spoke. But he was already looking at her.

"Goddammit, you're so fucking beautiful."

"Stop speaking like that!"

"Like what?"

"Cut the F word!"

"I can't find a better adjective."

She wanted to scold him, but changed her mind when she saw him smiling like a happy child.

She too, ended up smiling.

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