—— ELLA ——
The first thing that I felt was warmth, not the warmth of the morning sun coming through the heavy curtains or the lingering heat trapped beneath the blankets.
It was him.
His arms were wrapped around me with a possessiveness that even sleep couldn't loosen. One arm rested firmly around my waist while the weight of his body held me to the mattress. For a moment, I stayed still, listening to the slow rhythm of his breathing against my chest. A sliver of sunlight slipped through the gap in the dark curtains, painting thin golden lines across the room. Dust floated lazily through the beam, untouched by the outside world. Everything felt suspended in time.
Carefully, I lowered my gaze.
The sight nearly took my breath away. He looked nothing like the man who carried that cold, aloof personality. He was curled against me, his face half-buried against my cleavage. He looked impossibly young. Almost boyish.
Like someone who had finally found a place safe enough to rest.
A small smile tugged at my lips. His dark hair was a mess. One stubborn strand had fallen across his forehead, and his brows remained slightly furrowed even in sleep, as if he was still arguing with the world inside his dreams.
My fingers moved before I could stop them. Slowly, I brushed the strand away. I let my gaze drift lower. Fresh red marks trailed across the broad expanse of his bare back, scattered over golden skin like strokes of paint on a canvas. Evidence of a night that already felt unreal beneath the soft haze of morning.
A strange emotion settled inside my chest.
Not regret... Not embarrassment.
Something quieter....Something deeper.
Because for all his confidence, all his sharp edges and dangerous instincts, there was a vulnerability in the way he held me now. As though letting go would mean losing something he had spent years searching for. His grip tightened slightly in his sleep instinctively, yet it sent warmth rushing through me. I stared at the ceiling and wondered when exactly this man had become my favorite part of waking up.
Perhaps that was the cruelest thing about love. It creeps in slowly, unnoticed and unannounced. He entered my life through silences and small gestures, through the spaces between words.
When I finally looked down, he was already rooted so deep that I couldn't tell where he ended and I began.
Last night felt like a blur, yet it was unforgettable.
——————— last Night————————
The way he held me was tender and gentle, as though he were just a breath away from losing himself. He leaned in and kissed me softly, without any hurry. I felt myself drifting deeper into the moment with every breath. My head tilted back as I gasped, and he looked up at me, his eyes searching for permission more clearly than words ever could. For a moment, everything seemed to slow. The world beyond us faded into silence, leaving only the quiet intensity of our connection. His face dipped lower deliberately. The tip of his nose traced a subtle path down my inner thigh, a touch so light it felt like imagination made real. Slowly, with that same impossible patience, his fingers found their way inside, parting through warmth, through softness, through the tender and hidden folds of me.
His fingers moved with a precision that felt like memory, as if he had always known where I fell apart. I squeezed my eyes shut, held my breath, and pressed my arm across my mouth to stifle the sounds trying to escape me. Every nerve ending was alive, stretched tight between feeling and giving in.
He noticed.
Of course, he noticed. His gaze never left mine, it was steady, dark, and consuming. He moved closer, his fingers working with quiet, relentless certainty. Then his free hand found my arm and gently drew it away from my face. "Don't you dare keep me from those sounds, Carino." His voice was low and unhurried, carrying the authority of someone who knew what he was undoing. His other hand found my wrist and pulled my arm back from my face, revealing me, insisting.
His eyes never left mine.
"Please-" I exhaled, the word barely making it out. "Put some music on." The words came out breathless, hardly a sentence. He reached for the phone on the nightstand beside us, a half-smile forming at the corner of his mouth.
"Which one?" He held still, giving me a moment, letting me collect myself like I hadn't just fallen apart beneath him.
"'Love Me Harder' by Ariana Grande and The Weeknd," I said. "Maybe a slowed version. Then... 'Into It' by Chase Atlantic."
He paused for a second. "Quite a choice." A sly smile lingered on his lips.He didn't say it like a question. It was like he was noting something about me. The music began to fill the room low and unhurried, tuned to something deeper than just sound. The melody moved through the air like a second presence, settling over everything, softening the world until all that existed was the dim light, the warmth of him, and the slow pulse of the song threading through my skin. I felt my thoughts start to settle at the edges.
"Why the music?" he murmured, shifting his weight above me, his body now a quiet gravity I couldn't resist. "It quiets my head a little." The words came out barely above a whisper, like a confession I hadn't meant to share. "Everything was overwhelming...all those sensations."
"I couldn't think. My head was a mess." He looked at me for a moment. Really looked. Then a soft laugh escaped him, low in his chest, quite intimate. "Cute," he said. "Exactly the way I wanted you." Then his lips found mine. Not soft this time, they were deep, overwhelming, and patiently intense. His fingers curled into my hair, tilting my face up toward his. I stopped trying to hold back, letting myself be consumed by all the sensations.
His lips brushed against my jaw, then moved to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. His teeth grazed my skin, which was already buzzing with anticipation. My heart raced, loud enough that I was sure he could feel it against his mouth. I tangled my fingers in his hair, clutching the dark strands as if they could keep me grounded in the moment. His hands moved steadily, sending a slow shiver down my spine. His mouth traveled lower, placing gentle kisses along the curve of my throat. He paused at the spot where my pulse raced, as if he wanted to remember it. I tilted my head back to give him more space and felt rather than heard the low sound he made against my skin. His lips moved to my collarbone, tracing it slowly with a patience that unraveled me more than urgency ever could.
His fingers quickened their rhythm, igniting a wildfire beneath my skin. My eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back in surrender, every nerve ablaze. My legs trembled uncontrollably, powerless against the surge of heat consuming me from within. I felt my head spin and my vision blurred as I saw him staring intensely at me. His fingers pushed deeper, sending tremors through my legs until they shook uncontrollably beneath him. Breathless, my chest rose and fell in shallow gasps. He slowly pulled away, bringing his fingers to his lips. He tasted them, a dark, soft smirk curling at the edges. "Delicious," he murmured.
He leaned forward as he tugged the skirt from my body, it fell, discarded, to the floor. His mouth found my chest, biting and nibbling with fierce tenderness. His hands moved lower, slowly peeling away my delicate lingerie, revealing each inch beneath his hungry gaze.
His eyes locked onto mine, staring deep into my soul. His hair was tousled and disheveled. As the music changed, I recognized the haunting melody of "After Hours" by Weekend playing softly in the background. The room felt thick with tension, sensual, charged, intimate. I felt his torso pressing against me, and something undeniable stirred between us.
"What-" I started, flustered, but he chuckled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of my lips. "Do you want to stop? If so, please tell me right now. Otherwise..." His voice was a low, husky whisper against my ear. "Or else?" I asked, looking into his dark, smoldering eyes. "Or else I won't be able to hold myself back once it's begun," he replied. "Well... I don't want to," I admitted, breathless and surrendered.
As he stepped away for a moment, leaving me on the mattress. My bare skin pressed against the cool sheets, the fabric both soothing and electric. I looked at the mirror with its crescent moon and noticed the flush on my cheeks and the anticipation in my eyes. Soft shadows played on the walls, wrapping the room in quiet intimacy as the lights dimmed a little more. When he returned and settled between my legs, his hands found my waist, gentle at first, then steadying me by my thighs. The pressure against my core sent a rush of nerves and longing through me. He leaned down, his lips finding mine in a kiss that trembled between hesitation and hunger.
"Ready?" he murmured, his voice low and rough, his scent warm and woody. As he pushed inside, a sudden sharp pain tore through me. "Oh my-no—stop, stop," I gasped, my voice breaking. He paused instantly and pulled me close, his breath warm against my skin. "Shh," he soothed gently. Tears welled in my eyes, blurring my vision. "Is it in? Fully?" I whispered through the sting. "Not even half," he said calmly. My eyes widened in shock. "What—"
"Shh," he hushed me again and steadied me with his touch as he pressed deeper. "Ahhhh," I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders, tears slipping silently down my cheeks. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, seeking comfort. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He settled back between my legs, gripping my waist and sliding over my thighs with a possessive intensity. I sobbed softly, overwhelmed by the ache and intensity as he finally settled fully inside me. Every breath trembled, and every tear traced silent paths down my cheeks. His hands remained steady on my waist, grounding me through the storm of sensation. I buried my face deeper into his crook, seeking solace in the steady rhythm of his breath while the rawness of the moment consumed us both in a fragile, aching closeness.
He paused, giving me a moment to catch my breath, to let the ache settle deep within me. Then, without warning, he pulled out slowly before driving back in. Each movement was swift and deliberate. The sharp sting of pain began to blur, melting into a rising tide of pleasure that coursed through my body. My sobs softened, replaced by gasps and shivers as waves of sensation washed over me, overwhelming every nerve. His hands held me firmly, anchoring me as he moved with relentless rhythm, igniting a fire that consumed us in the room's dim light. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, deeper and more commanding with every movement. "Ah-" My breath hitched, mingling with his low groans as the room seemed to shrink around us, the world narrowing to the heat and rhythm we shared. My skin tingled, alive with sensation, every nerve ending ablaze under his touch. "Sylus-" I didn't know my voice could sound like that, hoarse and desperate. "Wait. Wait, just give me a second." He stopped immediately, hovering above me, his breath as ragged as mine. "Too much?"
"No. I just- never thought that I would ever be doing this-" His thumb traced my jaw, grounding me. "We can slow down." "I don't want slow." Admitting that scared me more than anything happening in that bed. "I want this. I want you. I just need a moment to believe it's real." He pressed his forehead against mine, and for a moment, we just breathed together, his heartbeat pounding where my hand rested on his chest. "It's real," he murmured. "I'm right here." When I nodded, he didn't move yet. He watched me, as if he needed to see my reaction before he allowed himself to want anything more.
"Okay," I whispered. "Okay. I'm okay." He kissed me deeply, the feeling anchoring me. His hand tilted my head back, deepening the kiss with each movement. My nails scratched down his back, and I knew, even in the haze, that I was lost.
I pulled away from the kiss, breathless. "I- I never imagined I would be like this, held and worshiped."
He looked at me, his pendant swinging and brushing my lips with each movement. His eyes were dark with the same intensity. "Neither had I," he admitted quietly. Before I realized it, we were tangled together in the sheets, my body aching in a way that felt strange and new. But in his arms, I finally relaxed, trust finally settling into something softer, and I let myself fade away.
————The next morning————
I found myself replaying those moments a night I wouldn't forget, watching him as he slept on top of me, his face tucked into my chest, stirring with each breath. "Morning, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my collarbone. His eyes caught the sunlight, and a sly grin spread across his face like a child's. He nuzzled into the crook of my neck, climbing higher. "Mmm," he hummed, content.
"Morning, bbg," I teased. He turned to me. "What did you just say?" he asked, smirking as he propped himself up on one arm. "Babygirl," I repeated, mischief sparkling in my eyes. He stared at me for a moment too long, as if he were deciding whether to be offended or charmed. "Babygirl," he repeated, testing the word as if it tasted strange. "That's a crime against me."
"It's affectionate." I said, laughing at his words, "It's ridiculous." But he was already smiling, the kind that gave him away completely. He dropped his head back against my collarbone, his voice muffled. "Say it again."
"No."
"Say it again, or I'm not moving."
"That's not really a threat," He laughed at my words, a true laugh, the kind that shook us both and tightened his arms instead of letting go. "Fine. Stay mad. I'm not moving anyway."
"I wasn't planning on asking you to." He fell quiet for a moment, just breathing against my skin. When he spoke again, his voice had lost its teasing tone. "I could get used to this, you know."
"To me, calling you ridiculous nicknames?"
"To this." He tilted his head just enough to look at me. "Mornings like this. You."
I pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, already pulling away, but his eyes widened the moment I shifted my weight.
"Whoa-" he barely got the word out before he caught my wrist, pulling me back down and tumoring me into his lap. He kissed me like he hadn't gotten enough the first time, like the night before had only made him hungrier. His fingers worked through my hair, slow and deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize how it felt.
"Mh—" A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it, half surprise, half something deeper. He pulled me closer, chest to chest, as if the space between us should be erased rather than crossed. I felt his heartbeat, too fast and matching mine, and it unraveled something in me, the realization that he wanted this as much as I did. My fingers found the back of his neck, and I held on, not because I had to, but because some part of me was still afraid this would slip away if I let go.
—— SYLUS ——
She finally pulled away, climbing off me and heading toward the bathroom. I let her go, barely, flopping back into the sheets and hugging the pillow she had left warm. I rested my chin on it, grinning like an absolute idiot.
I couldn't help it. I kept replaying last night. I remembered how she looked at me last night, how she said my name like it meant something to her. I had imagined her many times before, in every version of this I could conjure for longer than I'd like to admit. The way she looked beneath me was breathtaking, vulnerable yet fierce. Every curve and tremble was etched into my memory like a masterpiece. I couldn't forget how it felt to have her wrapped tightly around me, her body shaking with need, those muffled moans escaping her lips. Her nails dug into my back like strokes on a canvas. I wanted to consume her completely and lose myself in the sweet, musky scent she carried. She was everything I craved and more.
Now, I was staring at a closed bathroom door, smiling so wide my face actually hurt. I felt like a teenager who had just kissed someone for the first time, not a grown man who had lost every bit of composure he used to take pride in.
"Get it together," I told myself. She's going to come out and catch you looking like this. I didn't move. I didn't even try to wipe the grin off my face. Let her catch me. Let her see exactly what she had done to me.