My Most Precious One by Evangelene

complicated.
    “You.” He said so quietly I barely heard him.
    “You can’t have me.” I crossed my arms. “So what is it that you want from me?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. I stepped away from him heading towards the elevator doors. With my back to him I pressed the call button just in case it worked, but it didn’t. I started to tap my shoe on his expensive dark wooden floors.
    “Are you dating the boy?” He finally said something. I turned gave him such a disgusted look.
    “Why?” My question infuriated him.
    “So you’re seeing him.” He snapped.
    “That is none of your concern Lukas!” I snapped back.
    “You are my concern Alexia!” He screamed. He walked over to where I stood, his presence pushing me back onto the elevator doors. “That one night with you… it was too much for me, you’re so…” He combed his fingers through his hair. A very low fuck came from his mouth. “You’re so fucken real. You think I affected you? It’s you who affects me.” He said pounding his chest. “I don’t do well with things I can’t control. That night I stood outside your building waiting, but you never came, the need to be with you was too great for me. I was pacing outside like a madman waiting, until I finally realized you must have been upstairs. When I knew you were there, it took everything in me not to break the fucken door down to get to you. I can feel your pull. Don’t you understand? You fucken own me. You own me Alexia!” He pushed himself closer to me caging me in. “I held you in my arms that night and for the first fucken time, I felt at home.” He reached for me taking me in his arms, gently holding me in his embrace. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.
    He began to kiss my hair, gradually moving down towards my face, he slipped his hand underneath my chin and lifted it. His kiss unraveled the knots I had inside me the last few days. This kiss wasn’t possessive or hungry but soft and desperate. He took his time using his tongue to slowly lick my lips, pleading with me to let him back in and when I did, he moaned in pleasure. The tenderness of his lips warmed my entire body. He lowered himself to pick me up, making me wrap my legs around him. His one hand held me from underneath, while the other slowly moved up my back and into my hair.
    He walked us up the stairs, taking us to his room. I knew I was in over my head, he was too much for me, but something inside me needed him more.
    He walked through his bedroom and slowly put me down on his king size bed, the soft expensive dark sheets felt cold along my warmed body. He stood over me, looking at me like I was a meal he was about to enjoy.
    “Take off your clothes Alexia.” His low hoarse voice only intensified the burning ache inside me. I followed his command, watching him do the same.
    His body looked more delicious than ever. The soft light from the city illuminate the room, making his body glow with a soft blue hue. He took off his heavy set silver chain and placed it on the nightstand. I could see a beautifully intricate cross was dangling from it. He stood over me for a few moments longer, making the air around us dense with anticipation. He slowly lowered himself onto me, making me feel his weight. I felt overwhelmed, like I was taken in, trapped somehow by his body, his heat giving me shivers right down to my pussy.
    He kissed my breasts making my body arch towards his mouth, he then bit my nipple. I moaned with approval as he began to leisurely lick me until he reached my pussy. Using his fingers he slid along my inner folds teasing me, he then pushed his fingers inside. “Fuck baby, you’re so fucken wet.” He moaned and played with me until his fingers were coated. He brought them to my breasts and painted my nipples with my essence. He then lowered himself down and licked my pussy slowly, with his long wet tongue. The heat of his mouth made me feel cherished as he began to kiss my swollen lips, making me want to