Lucius bucks beneath her as she rides his cock. His hair is soft against her cheek as she licks his ear, his fingers are rough against her hips as he holds her with a bruising grip, and his teeth are sharp as they bite her nipples and breasts until she’s whining. He smirks as he rolls them over, driving into her harder and deeper.
She is too proud to beg and he is too arrogant to accept less than complete surrender. It’s a twisted game they play with each other, each wanting the other to lose control, each wanting the sweet taste of victory.
His vanity brings him back to her, leads him to bookstores and dark alleys where he lies in wait before he seduces her and draws her closer. Determination brings her back to him, draws her to dusty shops and empty buildings where she plays a battle of wills that makes her feel alive.
His breath is warm against her neck as he pants, his skin slick with sweat beneath her fingers, his body hard against hers as they fuck and take and fight and escape until the only thing that is left is a battle that neither will admit they’ve both already won.
End