THE LUST
ZARYA'S POV
"Demanding." He shook his head. "I didn't know how to be gentle. I only f*ck… hard."
"You should learn, then." I pushed his chest again as I kissed him passionately. I dropped on his top while I was touching his belly in an up and down direction. I could feel his hands on my hips, thighs, and stayed on my butt. He was pitching it as if he was giggling.
"You have a butt."
"Everyone has a butt."
"A well-formed butt."
"Hmm? Does that make a guy happy?"
"You have no idea." I almost screamed when he suddenly tore off my white panties.
"I said easy!"
"You have no right to give me a command, Poor Little Thing." After his words, his long immediately thrust inside of me, causing me to touch his shoulder so tight. My nails buried on his skin when he started to sway back and forth. I was positioned on his top while he was on my bottom, gripping my butt tightly as he was guiding my body to move.
I felt so tight, full, and hurt. The burning sensation was making me want him to stop, but I did not let myself win on pausing him. I should endure… everything. This would be easy when I wanted it. This would be great when I knew how to enjoy making love thingy. Some people do this just for fun.
Why not do the same thing?
I bent down as I buried it deeper and harder. I located my cheek on his shoulder and shut my eyes as I danced with the steps. I made sure he would like it. He would be addicted. I won when I heard his little groans. I won when he hugged my small body and deepened even more.
Little by little, the pain was no longer there. I caught myself responding to his moans with louder moans. I found myself shaking with a likeness to what was happening. I hardened the thrust in my own ways, which made him groan even more. The sound of the bed creak could be heard. The atmosphere was so hot, the sweat was dripping from our bodies as we were panting, running out of breath. The skin-to-skin contact was deafening.
It was like touching heaven and hearing the relaxing hummingbirds. The moans were like music to the ear. The unity of our bodies was giving me a weakness but at the same time, electricity was good in the system. We were glued as if it would never end.
Deeper. Harder. Then, slowly until I felt something crawling inside me. It filled my womb and when it did not fit to my passage, some were rolled to my thighs. Our explosion was the best part of the ride. After that, he did not remove his hugeness from my hole.
I settled my body on his top. My eyes were closed. My chest was moving up and down, panting, breathing heavily. I did not believe myself. I fell asleep on him until the morning. We overslept when I woke up, I caught him staring at me while I was sleeping.
I moved my head up as I was blinking, looking at my surroundings. I could feel the blanket on my body. We were sharing.
"My body is aching." Hali rolled his eyes.
I suddenly moved up. I crawled backward and went away from him as I was holding the blanket in my chest. All the time, he did not move? He let me sleep on him. He did not push me away or order me to go out?
"It's midday. The food is cold." He never cared when his cock was exposed in front of me. I just wondered why it was still large in size? Was that the authentic size? Or was he aroused? Whatever. "Eyes up, Poor Little Thing."
"I'm not looking."
"Did I say you're looking?"
I kept my mouth silent. He settled up, went to the table without wearing anything. His masculine broad chest and shoulder were visible. "Come, Let's eat."
I looked around, finding my clothes. I blew a sigh as I saw it was ripped again. Could he not do that? It was easy to undress a woman without ripping the clothes. I was not even aware that he tore it off.
"You can use my clothes temporarily. I ordered the guards to get you something to wear." He placed the pitcher in front of him and poured the glass with water.
Is he not going to order me to serve him? Seems like the world flipped. He was in a good mood today.
"Move faster, Zarya. We'll have training."
"Really?" I automatically ran towards the table and sat. I ate everything that I wanted to. I knew the day would not be easy again. There were times that I would get kicked or slapped or even drag into the bed after the tiring fights, but that would make a person strong.
After we ate we went to the hideout where no other person except for the both of us. We were on the training ground, holding the arnis while he was teaching me how to hit harder.
The first thing he taught me was the proper positioning of the feet. I was a little confused why he was not shouting at me. Perhaps the strategy that Amelia taught me on how to get him was effective. I could see the light on his expression unlike before that he always had a wrinkled forehead and a loud shout every time, I made a mistake.
"Draw a square on the ground and put an x inside."
The confusion hit me when he ordered me uncommon things. I thought he was just trash=ing me, but his face was serious. I grabbed a small rock with a sharp end. I started to do what he said.
"It should be 9. 91 by 0. 91 meters, measure it on your own." Another curiosity filled my mind, but I did not ask him. I would know what was this later. "Make it visible. Make sure, you'll see it."
When I was finished he ordered me to place my body on the box and the sweaty training began. Good thing, it was not 'bloody' or 'painful.' How I wished he was like this again tomorrow.
"Move your feet forward to draw a V. Make sure you are doing it right." I did what he said. My eyes widened when one hit of arnis hit my feet. "Positioning of the feet is important for the balance. Opponents can easily drop you on the ground when your body is not balanced."
His hit was not so painful as before or maybe I was just used to his brutality. He walked around me while looking at me with intimidation. When he stopped at my back, I could feel his warm breath touching my nape.
"It's like f*cking, Poor Little Thing. If your body is not balanced. You'll get hurt. Make it comfortable with your body to stand." I managed to not be affected by the air coming from his mouth. I gasped an air, blew it out, and did it over and over again. However, no matter what I did, his simple gesture was making my body hot, making it produce sweats.
He walked to my side and stopped in front of me. "Did you enjoy the night?"
My eyes narrowed. What the hell was he talking about? Why is that thing involved here?
I gulped my saliva, clearing my throat as I managed to speak straightly. "Yes, Hali."
His palm landed on my cheek, causing me to pant, breathing in and out. Automatically the fear ran through my body.
"Don't be satisfied with the warmth on the bed. Sometimes, that becomes a weakness." He moved his face so close to mine. "When you drown with the pleasure, that's the end of your life." His eyes sharpened with madness. "Don't lose one's head over. I can kill you while you're sleeping on my top."
"Is that what you want? Making love?"
"First, I never want anything. Second, it's not making love, it's… lust."