Impulses.. Only instincts when it came to the two of us. There was subtlety one second, craze and wildness the next. Just like a weightless doll, with that vampire speed of his that I could never follow, he had me pulled and flipped within a second, finding myself on my stomach on the mattress. I only pushed on my knees and arched my back, looking back at him as a smile stretched my lips the very same second I saw him now being the one to stand from behind. The way he scanned my body was a picture I wanted to remember, the way he moved his hand over the inside of my thigh, running his fingers over my slit in a tease was a feeling that had me compelled.. Lost and fascinated by the effect he had on me, letting the smile fade off my face and nothing but desperation and need take over. "So wet for me," The words escaped him almost too quietly, in a raspy tone that had me push back with that eagerness, feeling how he pressed his hand over my butt and preformed a quick spank that almost had me lost in pure ecstasy, and we hadn't even started yet. I loved the domination his moves held in such moments, running both his hands over my legs and pulling me effortlessly closer to him. He quickly traced his enchanting touches over the curves and dips, over my waist and leaned closer, having me surprised and almost pushed over the edge when slid his shaft over my entering and plugged into me. My lips parted, letting out that heavy sharp breath escape me in delight, my eyes closing and my fingers tightening around the sheet. He gave me a second or two to adjust before entering me completely.. And dear lord, I forgot how good he felt inside me.. How easily he filled me up and had me almost already drowning in pleasure by that simple move. Running his one hand over my back and in my hair, he intertwined his fingers with it and leaned closer from behind, increasing his rhythm and already having me at the edge of that release. I turned my head enough just to feel his breath near my face, a low groan escaping him when he pressed his lips slightly over the side of my face. "So perfect and tight, baby," I looked at him with clear desperation in my eyes, trapping my lips between my teeth at the sound of his voice, the registry of his words, completely mind-blowing to me. With furrowed brows and seriousness he searched my face for a second, and at that point I had shut off, only focused on the pleasure that was building inside me with every thrust of his. "Christ, Lana, you're too much," His words were muted in my head, I just knew that he had pressed his lips so eagerly over mine, increased his rhythm and had something snap inside me. The pleasure that was boiling inside me seemed to explode so effortlessly, like I could not fight back anymore, having me completely lost in that moment.. I knew he saw it, felt it, because he only gave me more, quicker and deeper, having me break the kiss with the moans that escaped me, look him in the eyes for a second, before I was left faint against that pleasure.. It came in such amount I could almost not handle, almost too much.. Almost. My body went faint, weak, and my senses were lost along the silence, replaced by my own breaths, my own moans and pleads that were muted in my ears as I slid over the mattress, unable to hold myself on my elbows anymore. I came to pieces, melting and letting him see and feel every little drop of pleasure that came over me, pressing my face against the sheets and somewhat pushing back to him for a second.. The speed and deepness in his moves had delayed that moment of ecstasy, and the way he stopped deep inside me only showed how much my legs trembled. My mind was blank at that point.. All I knew was that he had pulled out and I just let my knees give up on me. God, he was unbelievable.. I couldn't- I couldn't make out a single thought.. Oh he- he was too good. Too damn good. The way he held me by the dip of my spine told me he had leaned over me, the way he had gripped the side of my ass in some kind of roughness yet pressed his lips at the middle of my back with gentleness that soothed me, left me feeling completely worshiped, cherished and adored in that moment. He left a trail of faint kisses up my back until he reached my shoulder, giving me the time to take a hold of myself, to come back to some reality that that pleasure had taken away from me only a minute ago. The feeling of his fingers over my hair slowly seemed to have that calming effect on me, like it was a waking call from that frenzy of desires that my mind had drowned in. "Flip over, princess," His voice echoed in my mind, the thoughts still very much blurred and faded, but the feel of his hand over my hip made me slightly lift myself up from basically laying flat on my stomach.. It was insanity how easily he could give me pleasure. Unreal. Perhaps it was the plain thought of him in those lusty moments that seemed to push me off the edge so easily, and of course the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing, how much he was giving and how much he was taking.. Either way, I felt like I would only beg and cry for more if he just stopped there. As I somewhat sat up, the feel of his hand over my chin, directing me to look at him had me compelled. I found myself staring back at those pitch dark eyes that searched mine with unbelievable intensity, amazing fascination that was easily reflected back in mine. My breaths still seemed heavier.. The gentle caress he preformed over my cheek with his thumb, turned into this light grip over my jaw in a way of pulling my closer just a bit, just so he would leave a kiss or two on my lips.. And I was still so lost that I barely returned them. A slight push from me was enough to have him on his back, leaning over him with the thought of wanting to give him just as much pleasure, still lost in my own acts as I sat on top of him with the feel of his hands instantly moving over my hips.. I wished for control even though I knew I had a weakness for him and that I would only end up lost in pleasure again, but I just wanted to give some heat to that.. That little game we had going on.. One after another, with no intention for any close end. I flipped my hair to one side while leaning down on him, watching how his gaze was focused on my body on top of him, his heart having a steady rhythm as I ran my hands up his chest and lowered my face near his.. He had that same desire in his eyes, keeping his concentration on my lips the very same second I stopped inches away from his face, making him look me in the eyes to read what I had on my mind..