Ink Stained Soul…

It was the way he kissed his way from my neck down my spine to the curve of my ass, I knew I was with a man in control.
Hands that could kill, yet grabbing with gentle force. Eyes, watching me. Studying my breath and moans. He was locked in on his prey. Slick. Every part of me obeying his touch. Fisting my hair in a way that felt dangerously safe in his presence. Moving me, any way he wanted. My hips, guided by his strength. When I have no energy left in my own body, he becomes my protector with his care. Somehow,I melted more.